Hunting love

Prologue

The floorboard creaks under Viktor's bare feet as he takes muffled steps outside his sister's room. The small duffle bag in his hand drops on the floor with a hushed thud as Viktor's feet come to a startling stop.

Under the dim yellow lights in the hallway, Viktor gazes at the door, fighting the urge to visit his sister. There were so many things that could go horribly wrong if he was seen, but leaving without saying goodbye to the only person who mattered the most felt like a betrayal to himself. So, when the temptation gets the best of him, his slick fingers turn the doorknob with a silent rasp.

The room is pitch black except for the roaring thunder outside her window, illuminating the room with an uneasy glow.

This is the last time he will ever see his sister. The last of the laughter, the taunts, the fights, and all the lonely nights turned into sleepovers. Because the next time he sees her jade eyes and crimson-red hair, his heart will be spurting blood from his mother's shotgun.

Fortunately, Katya remains asleep when Viktor invites himself into her room. He feels a tremendous sense of relief for once in his lifetime for the forthcoming day. Everyone in the house was sleeping soundly after the big preparations they made that day.

"Take care of yourself, mladshaya sestra," Viktor whispers softly. "I'm so, so sorry."

(little sister)

Viktor turns around and closes the door behind him. Forcing the tears back into his eyes and shielding his heart, he sets off with the duffle bag, leaving behind the only world he knew.