Prologue
The moon's borrowedlight caresses the formthat looms in the window of his room. A startling contrast to the softness, his wineeyes bleed crimson as he overlooks the forest and- with that the onlywarning- the beast attempts to claw
its way out of the darkest recesses of his mind.
He stumbles back, hand clutching the shirt concealinghis chest as though he hadbeen shot(and if the feeling was all he had to go by, he would havebelieved that that was indeed the case). The other hand that relentlesslydigs
into his temple refuses to cease even as he collapses to the ground in a state of anger, despair and bloodlust.
It was tempting-so, so tempting- to allow his resolve to break. Though, he guessed, in some peculiar wayit already had. There was only one thing that was, for the current moment, allowing him to have that sliverof self control;
and it was a fragile thing indeed. That lifeline, as thin as a spider's thread, was a very hollow sense ofduty. Which, like many other times, was both his salvation and the web that bound him.
Oh, how he envies those pesky little humans that flock to the moon dorm's gate, like lambs to the slaughter; their obliviousnessto the threat that lingers at their very doorstep. At the thought, his bloodlust spikes, spurringon another kind
of need: a need for the hunt, thekill, the sick pleasurethat he desired but knew he could not attain.
In that one moment he hadfelt the entirety of his hatred directed at the disciplinary committee. The Kiryu siblings, even Yuki, were (in his twisted logic) the only thing standing in between him, and his desires. Though, somewhere now deeply buried,
his rational mind disagrees. They- minus Yuki- were the only thing upholding the tainted peace of the academy, all the while fending off their own demons. Especially her. Selene Kiryu, the youngest of four Kiryu siblings and one of two
survivors. Her astoundingly highlevel of control and bone-headed stubourness has been provento befar superior to that of her eldest brother's, though many had previously deemed that as 'impossible'.
Now, she was a prize.
Her overwhelming sense of superiority and her sometimes cruel bluntness was but two things that the pureblood loathed about the hunter, and her endless disobedience wasenough to send his beast into a frenzy each time they meet. A lowly pest like
her should know her place, and yet- despite all he claims- it is for her and her alone that he has kept the other hunter alive. If there was one thing she held more important than her remaining humanity, it was her brother.
Zero Kiryu was a lot like his sister:annoying, arrogant, defiant although distinctlylacksthe animalistic appeal that is painstakingly prominent in each of herfeline movements. If only he could watch her hunt...
Catching himself before his forbidden thoughts could delve any further, he focuses on the newly formed cracks in the window; a result of his searing hatred and rampant desires. He was in too deep. But even in the pit of his despair, a striking thought
crossed his mind: he truly was a beast in human form.
I shall show you a sweet dream the next night...