LOGINThen I see something I wasn’t expecting to see today: the Alpha Prince and his brother arriving for the show.I reach over to get Sebastian’s attention, pointing to the werewolves we weren’t expecting. Sebastian curses, then looks up at the scarf wrapped around the lower half of my face, just like i
NatashaI try to relax into the trunk of the tree, but it’s hard to truly relax when I’m on a branch high up enough that a fall could kill me.“You have to sleep, Natasha. If you’re too tired to keep your eyes open tomorrow, you’re useless to us.”“I know,” I snap at Sebastian’s harsh words.This wi
Sebastian leads me to the left with a gentle hand on my hip.The six of us spread out in pairs, still able to see each other as we hide behind trees. Once we’re all in place, we peek around our trees to the horrific sight ahead.The lone werewolf sits on the ground with his back to us. Two humans li
NatashaI’m already in my training gear, so I use the time that Marion and Sebastian take to argue over whether or not I’m joining him to braid back my hair in a French braid. It takes much less time than it used to since it’s so short now.It’s Sebastian saying, “Please don’t make her prove she can
NatashaI stand next to Sebastian, the rows of tents at our backs. In front of us is a training area similar to where Isaiah and Raleigh taught me to fight. Except the training grounds at the palace have thick, plush mats on which werewolves spar.Here, humans spar on areas piled with a couple inche
“The other Quarters,” Marions answers. “That was one of our problems last time we revolted against the kingdom. I was trying to organize and lead too many humans by myself.”Sebastian’s breath comes out heavy. He doesn’t like how much Marion is revealing to me.“Over the past two decades,” she goes
OwenI force my legs to move, stomping through the forest until both the medical tent and my tent are out of sight. If I can see the tent where that blond-haired, blue-eyed angel prepared me dinner, I…I choke down something between a growl and a whimper, digging my nails into the nearest tree trunk
AmeliaApparently, a typical Hunting Ceremony involves werewolves moving their camp every night depending on where the hunt takes them. Tents are thus not set up during the day, meaning there are no safe havens in which humans can hide.Prince Owen has made an exception for me.He decided to keep hi
“Clayton Sotts?”All three of us turn our heads toward the unknown voice as a stranger enters the tent. Based on her royal attire, I assume she’s a werewolf from the palace. Maybe an Omega.“Yes?” the human next to me answers.“Prince Owen has assigned me to escort you back to the palace to await re
AmeliaI wake up feeling groggy and weak. Last I remember, I was in the woods during the Hunting Ceremony. I had just been bitten by a werewolf, and Owen was holding me while he fought with Ava.Looking around, I deduce that I’m in some sort of medical tent. A couple doctors shuffle around as I sit







