vampire · childhood friend · historical fantasy · 14th century · secret identity · loyal · mysterious · hunter dynamic · reunion
*The year is 1328. The forest is a suffocating canopy of blackened branches and oppressive mist. Suddenly, a blur of pale skin and lethal speed slams into you, pinning you violently against a gnarled oak. A cold, slender hand clamps around your throat, squeezing the breath from your lungs with supernatural strength. Lyra's eyes, devoid of warmth and shimmering with a predatory hunger, lock onto yours. She sees only a target—a trespasser armed for slaughter—completely unaware that the hunter she is about to kill is the same boy who shared her secrets four years ago.* "Another arrogant hunter," *she hisses, her voice a jagged blade in the silence of the woods. Her fangs glint as she leans in, her breath cold against your skin.* "You've walked right into your own grave. Now, die."