NOT ALL PREDATORS are monsters. But if you beat them enough, they’ll bite.
This was a lesson learned by a small village in the late nineteenth century.
Empress Myeongseong, known as Queen Min, sought to bring modernization to Joseon.
During that time lived a gumiho. She chose to reside in a small town that climbed one of the craggy mountains scattered across the country. Though most gumiho lived a nomadic life, she’d fallen in love with her isolated village and the people in it. So she made it her permanent home.
She learned the name of every neighbor. She played with their children. She helped harvest crops.
She never chose her victims from the humans she lived among, for she’d learned to love them. Instead she traveled far each full moon to feed.
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JIHOON STOOD OUTSIDE the pristine white door for ten minutes before he gathered the courage to ring the bell.No one answered.He glanced up. It was just as beautiful and haunting as the last time he was here, to deliver food to Miyoung.And he wouldn’t be here now except Miyoung had been absent from school since the last full moon. It had been a long week of thinking of Miyoung. Of worrying about her. Of remembering that night in the rain. That night, by the side of the road, drenched, he’d been tempted to kiss her. He’d wanted to see if she’d taste like rain. He suspected it was more likely she’d taste like lightning.He knocked again to no answer. He had started back to his scooter when the door opened.Miyoung looked gaunt, like she’d lost ten pounds in the last seven days. Her eyes were covered with oversized
MIYOUNG BANGED ON the rusted metal door, grateful for the narrow alleyway and its ability to block out the light of the sun. Her sunglasses weren’t able to hold off her throbbing headache. And, unfortunately, they only protected against UV rays and not ghosts that danced in and out of her vision.These ghosts had plagued her for the past week. Demons of her past, men who’d sinned in life, and now, as specters, taunted her with threats.Cannot wait till your soul joins us.You kill to live; how is that any different from what I did?Your sins are all that sustain you in life, and when you die, your punishments will be severe!Miyoung knocked harder, trying to drown out the whispers.“Okay! I hear you!” a voice shouted from inside a second before the door opened to reveal Junu&rsq
SCHOOL WAS TORTURE. Well, more intense torture than normal.Miyoung sat across the aisle, face worn, purposefully ignoring him. But at least she’d come back to class. Jihoon made note of her sallow skin and sweaty brow. It worried him. She’d told him gumiho couldn’t get sick. So what was making her look so pale?Jihoon stewed over it as he walked back from the school store with Changwan, arms loaded with snacks. Then he stopped short, noticing Miyoung walking down the hall. She saw him, then swerved right, entering the girls’ restroom. Obviously avoiding him.“She’s still ignoring you?” Changwan asked.“What are you talking about?” Jihoon failed miserably at playing dumb.“Everyone knows.” Changwan shrugged. “There’s a bet about when she’ll break up with you.”
WHY DOES AHN Jihoon have to be so frustratingly understanding? Miyoung thought.Her phone buzzed again. Another message from Nara.I’m outside your school, please can we talk?Miyoung raced down the hallway despite the warning bell telling students to return to class. She couldn’t go back right now. Her head was pounding with the start of a migraine and though she refused to acknowledge them, the shadows of phantoms still swirled around her. If she stood too still for too long, she could just make out their whispered words.Murderer.Monster.Yokwe. Beast.The yeowu guseul swung in her pocket as she walked outside. It felt like the beats of her life were being tapped away every time the bead thumped her side.With the front gate locked, she had
JIHOON HALF EXPECTED Miyoung to be absent again at school the next morning. When he saw her dark hair curtained around her slumped form, he couldn’t hold back the smile of relief.Other kids sat in small whispering groups, their eyes tracking to Miyoung. He sighed and hoped the rumors of their “relationship troubles” would die down soon. It was taking everyone longer than normal to get over this gossip.A shuffle of activity by the back door of the classroom drew his attention to Baek Hana.She was hunched over, cradling a heavy object in her arms. Her friends rushed over, speaking in hurried whispers. One pulled out her phone and positioned herself in the corner, a prime viewing spot.Hana homed in on her target with a leer.Miyoung sat with her head down, scribbling notes, oblivious.Jihoon sprinted down the row as Hana he
MIYOUNG SHIVERED AS an early winter wind swept into her jacket. She sat on the steps beside the sports field, watching the kids who braved the cold to play soccer. The cold was a weirdly effective tool against the ghosts that still swung in and out of her peripheral vision. Like it slowed them down. She shoved her hand into her pocket and wrapped her fist around the talisman she’d bought from Junu. It helped ease the incessant buzzing in her ears.She didn’t even glance up as Jihoon sat. He pulled out a banana milk and held it toward her.Miyoung looked at it with a frown, feeling a sense of déjà vu from when he offered her a pair of headphones.“I have two. It’s a waste if you don’t drink one,” Jihoon said.She tried to reject it, but he wrapped her hands around the banana milk, holding them cupped between his. The warmth of his palm
Chapter OneSouthern CaliforniaEleven Months laterEllie sighed and adjusted her headphones to a more comfortable position. Heavy metal music poured out of the MP3 player she dropped into the front pocket of her cotton capri pants. The warm temperatures made her sweat even at eleven o’clock at night, despite the very slight breeze that fanned her skin. She glanced toward the open windows. The air-conditioning system of the dorm had gone out again. The maintenance teams were still fixing glitches on the newly constructed building.She approached the balcony doors she tended to leave open and stepped outside to enjoy a nice breeze to help cool her overheated body. She sipped the cold water from the small plastic bottle she’d grabbed from the mini-fridge when she’d entered her apartment. She leaned against the railing to stare down at Homeland from her perch on the third floor. She’d just finished her nightly workout.
Chapter Two416 growled at Ellie, revealing his sharp canine teeth, and she realized her arms hurt where he gripped them above her elbows. He had slammed her flat on her back on top of one of the conference tables. He bent over her, his enraged face inches above hers, and the anger poured from his dark gaze. Pure terror flooded Ellie.Her mouth opened but nothing came out. She sucked in air. He snarled louder, held her down tighter.“What the hell? Let her go!” Director Boris gasped.Ellie saw movement all around her from her side vision but she didn’t dare turn her focus away from the dark, furious glare of 416. He looked as if he was ready to tear her throat out with his sharp teeth, which hovered inches from it. Her heart pounded so hard she wondered if it would explode from her ribs. He’d survived and would kill her just the way he’d promised he would if ever given the chance.“Let her go,&rdq