The Hunted

Lunus rode her horse hard through the damp autumn mist as her heart beat loudly. She had to get a wolf's pelt and present it to her father gladly or her life would be demanded. The trouble was that she really didn't hate the creatures any longer, certainly not the way that she once had. The only saving grace of the matter was that with Evan detained in Banglador she knew she wouldn't be asked to hurt him. She loved him, after all. At least... she thought she did. 

The tears rolled down her cheeks, burning her skin with their icy trails left behind them. This wasn't what she wanted. Could