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He looked up, expecting others to be equally as disgusted, but he was stunned to see the men digging in like they were having a gourmet meal, the moment the short prayer ended. Christ. What kind of hunger Games shit was this? Eli poked at the food with his fork. There was no way he was eating this. Thank God he’d packed like a dozen protein bars, a stash of chocolates, and one emergency sour gummy belt. He was set so he didn’t have to punish himself by eating this shit. He moved his fork around, faking it. Maybe if he stirred it enough, it’d look eaten. “Young man.” Eli’s heart thudded. Prior Dominic was looking directly at him.

“You’ll choke if you don’t slow down.” Feeling rather naughty, I stick my tongue out at him, swallowing another mouthful. “Don’t care. I’m starving.” Kris Chuckles and I catch Killian’s almost smile from the corner of my eye. “Seriously, I don’t understand how you can eat those and enjoy them.” I roll my eyes at him. “They’re good.” Preston’s eyes narrow at me. “They are not.” He growls. “Okay. But which one of you wants to tell him that?” I ask, pointing to Alpha Hunter just as he’s approaching the table with more burnt meat. “If you don’t tell him, I will.” Both Kris and Preston growl at me.

I left my husband and child to fend for themselves knowing full well that Nathan was already busy with the other Mages and everything else that had to be handled. I tucked Alexander in and peeked out of the tent. Everyone was silently listening to Conor and Nathan. They were talking low enough that I couldn’t hear them. I’m so hungry. I really need to eat. I quietly walked past them not paying attention to anything that was said. I want something salty… I entered the food tent and I could see supplies were starting to dwindle again. What am I going to do? I picked up a small bag and picked out a few pieces of jerky. I grabbed a piece of hard cheese and some crackers. I ate my fill and then t

The game isn’t just a game—it’s a reflection of life, of battles fought and won, of strategies employed and sacrifices made. Before I can dwell too deeply on it, Lily tugs at my sleeve. “Mama, I’m hungry,” she says, her big eyes looking up at me. Jessica clears the game, and we all move to the dining table. The cooks serve us a hearty meal—roasted venison with herbs, crusty bread, and a side of spiced berries. The flavors are rich and earthy, grounding me in the moment. After dinner, Grand Luna Eve and Jessica excuse themselves, leaving Damon and me to play with the children. Their laughter fills the room, a balm to the tension that still lingers from the council meeting.

It was clear that they had been starved for days, their bodies drained. I was afraid that my mate, with his kind eyes and hesitant demeanor, would eventually give in and kiss Hazel, risking everything we built together. I didn't want him to give up; I needed him to keep fighting the insatiable hunger that threatened to consume him. Hazel quickly rushes over, her hands expertly tending to his burnt wounds with swift, practiced motions, while my fist clenches tightly at my side to see her touch him.

Always watching. I looked at the tray. Watery broth, a chunk of bread gone stale at the edges. Steam rose in thin curls, filling the air with the faint scent of onion. My stomach growled, loud enough to make my cheeks burn. But I stayed still. Hunger was familiar. Hunger was another chain. Still… Cassian’s words haunted me. Survival isn’t about pride. It’s about being alive tomorrow to make another choice. I reached for the bowl. The metal was warm against my fingers. Slowly, I ate. Every swallow scraped against my throat, every bite tasted like rust. It felt like defeat, but it was fuel. Not for Reyes. For me.

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A baby born screaming, born old, born gone. Balance. Seven impossible things fed at once. Storm. Fire. Earth. Hunger. Null. Containment. Me. The root that holds. The land paid to make us. Now we pay to keep it. “It wants a harvest,” I say. Tastes like blood. “Seven lives. One for each vessel. Or it takes from Duskbane. From the pack. Years off everyone. Pups born wrong.” Quiet. Then Moira laughs. “Oh. That’s all?” She stands. Stretches. The collar doesn’t matter. “Take me. I’m Hunger. I know empty.”

"Am I dying? Did Marcus poison me?" "That's hunger, Elara," Hope said softly. She reached into her pocket and handed me a crumpled granola bar. "In this world, you have to put energy into the system manually. Your 'Red Blood' can't sustain you here. You’re human now. Mostly." I tore the wrapper open with my teeth and practically inhaled the bar. It tasted like oats, honey, and cardboard, but it was the most intense sensory experience of my life. The way the sugar hit my bloodstream was like a rush of mana, but dirtier, heavier.

The campfire flickered and spat, its orange glow throwing dancing shadows across the walls of the ancient arena. They huddled close around the flames, eating hot canned soup from battered tin bowls. The aroma was faint—more metallic than comforting. Terry scowled at his meal, stirring it halfheartedly with a spoon. “Not chicken soup again? Why can’t we have normal food for a change?” Lizzi didn’t look up from her laptop. “Do you see a Hungry Jack’s around here?”