The Alpha King's Breeder
“It’s your own damn fault for killing that hellhound during the spring hunt. That was the deal, remember? Whoever made a clean kill first got the final decision, and you decided to marry me.”
“Oh, yeah,” I tease, “that does sound vaguely familiar.”
She chuckles lightly as we cut through another row of tents, following a path toward a row of even larger tents that rest at the base of a hill.
The hill is the only rise for miles, and on top, an ancient stone circle sits in the glare of the full moon, which is nearly at its apex. The moon is an incredible burnt gold color tonight and just… massive. The largest moon I’ve ever seen in my life.
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