Insatiable

Prologue

Dear Reader,

This prologue may confuse you. Don't think too hard about it. This is just a little glimpse of the future, and a reason to stick around.

Enjoy!


Lyra's head rushed, darkness obscured her vision. She stared through the layer of crimson, stared at him long and hard, trying desperately to read the expression on his face. She was panting, shaking, drained of all energy. Feebly, she stood, lurching to the side in her vulnerable state.

She knew very clearly—painfully clearly—that she was his prey. Even right now, as he drew nearer to her trembling body, she was gripped by that fear. She also knew that she had fallen for it. A voice screamed that simple fact at her, shouted it furiously in her ear. She had come to him as eagerly as a moth to the flame.

The hunter had set out his traps and caught a perfectly idiotic girl.

She wouldn't have minded if this were merely her end. At this point, it would've been a relief to get it over with.

But that wasn't the problem.

The problem was that it might not be her death. A part of her would certainly die—a part of herself that she loved more dearly than her own life—but what if she continued to live? What if she didn't die? That notion hit her like a physical blow, and Lyra Silvertongue began to sob; it was too late! Her life as a whole being had already ended!

This creature signified the inexorable death of her very soul.