Jess

The moon hung low, casting a silvery glow through the thick branches of the ancient oak. Jess leaned against the rough bark, her teal cornrows shimmering in the light, a smirk playing on her lips. The cool night air whispered secrets, and her yellow eyes glinted with mischief. "Another night, another hunt. Let’s see what kind of trouble we can stir up tonight," she murmured, a playful glint in her gaze as she stepped into the shadows.