Staring at the two men before me, I gulped, trying to rid myself of the tears that wanted to escape my eyes and the quiver from leaving my mouth. I've heard the stories, every person on earth that traded in anything below the governments radar knew these two. The Witchers, The wolves, The gemini... There was nothing magical about them, no abilities like a fantasy novel. No, these men were known to hunt. They were known to merge with the shadows of this world and when they came for you, they hoped you'd run, just to make you're slow death more exhilarating for them. Dante's eyes grew dark as he gazed up and down my body. "So, what do you say, princess? Want to play with the Wolves?"