KAYLEIGH POV - CHAPTER 65
I had spent most of my life believing wolves were dangerous.
Not dangerous in the way storms were dangerous, or the way war was dangerous. Those things followed rules. They followed cause and consequence.
Wolves did not.
Wolves burned forests when their tempers flared. Wolves tore apart towns when pack rivalries escalated. Wolves believed in fate, prophecy, and bonds that stripped away human choice.
At least, that was what I had always been taught.
That was why I had chosen the life I lived now.
Hunter.
The word had always felt clean in my mind. Practical. Purposeful.
Hunters did not wait for supernatural chaos to spill into the world of ordinary people. Hunters stopped it before it reached them.
That had been my reasoning when I first picked up a rifle.
