The moon hung low in the night sky, casting silver beams through the rustling leaves. Ella, with her striking blue ponytail swaying gently, crouched behind a thick oak, her maroon dress blending with the shadows.
Her heart raced, a familiar thrill coursing through her veins as she caught the scent of something—danger, excitement, or perhaps both.
With a mischievous grin, she whispered to herself, “Tonight, the hunt begins.”