The hunt was fierce. Twenty consorts scattered through the thick forest, and among them the outsider….Serena. Twenty-one women, weapons drawn, hearts pounding, every eye set on a single prize.
The forest itself seemed alive. Shadows stretched long, branches tangled overhead, and every rustle in the undergrowth made blood quicken.
Serena gripped her bow so tight her knuckles whitened. Every whisper of leaves had her arrow c****d and ready.
“Come out, deer,” she hissed under her breath, eyes sharp.
A sudden rustle , she loosed her arrow instinctively.
“Watch where you aim, human!” a voice snarled.
Lirvana stepped out of the shadows, sword gleaming.
Serena groaned, rolling her eyes. “ Great, Just my luck.”
Lirvana’s lip curled.
“I thought you were a deer,” Serena said sweetly, loweri
