博客來 - 奇幻小說
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看圖書介紹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?
