Blood Moon Pack Vol 1

Have you ever been chased?
Have you ever felt your heart pounding so hard against your chest that it mimics the rapid fire of a machine gun? Felt beads of sweat mixing with slick skin, gliding over the goosebumps rising across your flesh?
Your hair clings to your damp face as branches scrape at your skin, leaving trails of blood against the cuts and scars already marking your body.
A searing burn rises in your calves, filling your legs with what feels like molten lava, every tendon aching. The pain stirs the fear that you may never escape. But each second, as you run harder and harder, adrenaline keeps you going, numbing your exhaustion with one thought: survive.

It feels as if nothing could make you stop trying to outrun the source of your pain. Because if you stop, you'll no longer have to worry about catching your breath-you won't need to breathe ever again.
I am Pandora Mort Blood, and I have felt the terror of that breath on my neck for my entire existence.
I was hunted by countless monsters for the first fifteen years of my life-until the day I buried them all. In becoming their executioner, I became no different from the vicious creatures who had tried to steal everything from me.
These soul-crushing creatures, who had haunted me since my first breath and who saw my very existence as a threat, would never stop trying to snuff out the last traces of light in me. They wanted more than my death-they wanted me ruined because...
I was never meant to live.
I was never meant to have a name.
I was never meant to rule.
That is why I fought, clawed, and burned my way through the Kingdom of Blood.
I became more than just a queen. I became the backbone of the entire southeastern region of Packland.
Most of the monsters who hunted me have now been slaughtered in cold blood, and the few who escaped my wrath will undoubtedly meet the same fate. They haunt my memory and threaten my sanity to this very day.

I call them monsters but I guess you would call them my family .