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I have my eyes on the bigger prize. Survival. Howen has a purpose besides the sex. I only have a few more weeks before we need the first vault opening. The second half of the Freeze rations are in there. People are already edgy. The council meetings I attend talk of nothing else. If one of the meals served by the kitchens on those drab grey trays is minutely smaller they all start to panic. Idiots.

A grimace crosses her face, "At least it's not poisonous, just yet." With her words already coming late as I drank the juice, its the warm, stale juice hits my tongue. Olivia's right. Players indeed couldn't be choosers, not here in this place. There were few luxuries to be had and even basic necessities were scarce at times. For now, all we could remain, continuing to choke down the bitter juice until the next meager ration of sustenance arrives. Survival in this games has become a game of endurance, of swallowing one's dignity and pride. Serene then picks up a spoon and examines the same porridge with resignation, "Yeah right. At least it's something," she replies quietly, her voice resign

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If he hadn’t shown up, I was sure Lexie would still be here today. I found my hunger had doubled since she left and I found myself having to feed more often but only on blondes that looked like her. For the first few months I would only feed but then I came across a girl that looked just like Lexie and I ordered her every time trying to fill the hunger that I had in Lexie’s absence for her. But even though the girl looked similar, the taste wasn’t the same and it never satisfied me one hundred percent.

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

she giggled, pointing at me. "That's the last rule. If you don't meet your mate in your first year, you have to come again until you do. But this year, I hope we'll be having a special guest," Bella said. "I hear that he's never come to one of these parties before," another girl named Gana, who was the pack gamma's daughter, joined in the conversation. It seemed she knew who Bella was talking about. "So, he's like our age?" I asked. "No! He's like 30, much older," I blinked, "that means he hasn't found his mate? What makes him special?" I asked.

Thank you all for reading Dawn of the Hunters! As always Include a bonus chapter for the next book. If you could please leave me a review letting me and others know how much you have enjoyed the book I would greatly appreciate it. Below is the first chapter of: All Queens Kings - book 8 the final book in the series. Are you ready for it? To be honest, I'm not sure if I am. Chapter 1 – Through New Eyes LAMIA The night of the blood moon

“You did this. My family’s paying a debt that never ends because of you.” The man reached out, his hand stretching longer, twisting into a shadow that tightened around June’s throat. “The debt isn’t mine anymore,” the Hunger whispered. “The debt belongs to whoever holds the Book. Give it to me, and time will move again. I’ll eat the pages, and the world will turn.” “If you eat the pages, the recipes are gone!” June choked out, clawing at the shadow. “The world will move, but there’ll be no bread, no life!”

Then, she turned around and flew off. Soon after, a shrill scream pierced the air from further into the town. [Number of survivors left in map: 3] I hugged the vegetables in my arms and quickly ran to the hut and locked the door behind me. On the third day of the game, I woke up early to set up my food stall. When I got into town, I saw the body of another player strung up. Hair was wound around his neck, and his face was purple and swollen. I was so shocked that I could feel my face drain. Then, I quickly pretended not to see it. I started making my pierogies.

Eventually, in a trash heap wrapped in black miasma, buried under some unidentifiable slime and vomit, I dug out a filthy, crumpled newspaper. Luckily, rummaging through garbage is something I’m good at. I’m an orphan. When I was a kid, my main survival skill was digging through trash to see if there was anything to eat or anything I could use. Places like that are exactly where players don’t bother to look. They were all in a rush to grab floors and never even considered that there might be something important outside the building. I crouched over the newspaper without a hint of disgust and squinted at it carefully. On it, in clear print, were the reasons all thirty entities of the “Happy H