*Gage Sullivan*
I stood frozen, staring at the image of my dreams and desires standing before me, in person, surrounded by blood, corpses, and death. Ariel—my mate, my Luna—like a materialized image of my fantasy, dressed in tight black pants and a jacket that accentuated her killer figure. Daggers in her hands, still dripping with blood, and blond hair gleaming in the sun like heavenly clouds flecked with the red blood of her victims. Beautiful and deadly, looking like the Goddess of Death herself, she appeared when I least expected her.
Holy s**t, is this a dream or reality? I questioned my consciousness, no longer believing what was happening. I was looking for her everywhere, and here she comes, bringing blood and death to my doorstep.
Today was such a shitty day that even my inform
