AmeliaMy mind is racing as the werewolf guards force me across the square to the group of humans selected for the Hunt Ceremony. I’m scrambling, telling them there must be a mistake, there must another Maya. I show them my collar to prove that I’m Prince Owen’s pet.“Yeah, yeah,” one of the guards
I nod, a little disappointed but resolved to make good use of the indoor gym. “Thank you,” I say.“You’re welcome.”Our eyes linger, the gold in his practically pulsing behind his brown irises. I don’t want to leave his side, don’t want to be caged. But I’m not yet strong enough to fight for more fr
Amelia“Hunt Ceremony?” I repeat, unsure what Ava’s referring to.Neither of them seem to hear me though as they stare each other down. Ava’s innocent expression is completely insincere, but I doubt the prince realizes it.“No,” he answers her firmly. “Maya is not suited for the Hunt Ceremony. It wi
Prince Owen nods slowly. “Yes, I think that’s a good idea. I promise to help you train.”He asks me then how my wounds are healing. After I show him the progress, we agree that he will start training me after I’ve sufficiently recovered.That day comes later in the week. I admit I’m nervous as the p
Owen“What do you mean?” Amelia replies, pulling away enough for her hair to slip out of my fingers. “You know I grew up in an orphanage.”I drop my hand, my wolf whining at the lack of contact.“Yes, but what about before that?”“Before that?” Amelia repeats. “There is no before that. My entire lif
OwenDiego came to discuss the Hunt Ceremony with me. The large-scale hunting event we are about to hold is important for our family.“Diego’s hand is not important to the family,” my wolf retorts, snarling. “Cut it off.”I admit the thought is tempting. The sight of Diego’s fingers digging into Ame