A hunter's routine is simple-train, hunt, harvest a shape-shifter of its valuables, eat, sleep, repeat. Lycan shifters, Veniri shifters, Magneii shifters, you name it, if it shape-shifts, my family and I hunt it down. That was until the night a devastating hunting accident plunged my world into the unknown. Those dearest to me-are long gone. My self-assuredness-fractured. My life-long dream-blasted to pieces. Claiming kills and collecting luminescent blood samples from each shifter race is no longer what I desire. Dare I say the glory of it is starting to repulse me... Who am I if not a hunter?