I was baffled.
What on earth could Gwyn ap Nudd possibly want me in the Wild Hunt for? I stared at the fair elf in front of me. “What did you just say?” I asked, eyes wide.
“You heard me the first time, hybrid,” declared Gwyn. “I do not fancy repeating myself.”
I rolled my eyes to the back of my skull. Other Worlder men are such brats. “Why do you want us to be part of your team? What is this Wild Hunt anyway?”
“The Wild Hunt is not a team,” said Gwyn. “It is a legion. A horde of supernaturals that roams the skies of all the known realms. We are the herald of Winter and the bringer of Spring. A constant brewing storm of both darkness and enlightenment.”
“That’s it?” Jason interrupted. “You want us to have a joy ride with you and other strange men across the horizon? I don’t know man,
