Chapter Seventeen
Derwyn laughed. A mocking, cruel sound. “They always think that. They believe they can go against the nature of the Hunt. It doesn’t work like that. The only time they can hunt someone of their own choice is if that person interferes in a current hunt or helps the hunted to escape. They’re forced to follow the rules like everyone else. Gwyl is the Hunt. The rest of the pack are pale imitations. When night falls he must hunt his prey. The urge is too great to fight. Until the curse is broken, he’ll remain the Hunt and each night he’ll track down those others need revenge against, while burning with the need of his own. With or without the pack he’ll be compelled to continue the hunt.” His final words had a hollow sound to them.
Did he remember what that had felt like? Th
