Chapter 57 Blood On The Streets

• Hunter’s POV
• I crept through the slum’s shattered alleyways, heart hammering under my makeshift armor. My breath came in ragged bursts, frosting in the frigid air. I wasn’t alone—four friends flanked me—thrill‑seekers chasing Ferals for sport. Tonight, we thought of ourselves as hunters.
• “Quiet,” I hissed, raising my hand. The city’s broken homes pressed in. A yowl cut the night from beneath a collapsed porch.