I can feel eyes on me. Always.
From up above, the king steps forward, voice carrying with the unnatural authority that royalty commands.
“Shifters of the South,” he begins, “welcome again to our sacred Hunt.”
A murmur of approval ripples through the crowd.
“This is a tradition of strength, of honor, and of offering. Today, our males will give chase—not only to prey, but to destiny itself. The game they bring forth will be offered to the female of their choosing. A symbol of courtship. A mark of status.”
Tessa nudges me. “Always so dramatic.”
I smirk.
“You won't think that when I bring you back something you’ll be proud to flaunt to all the other court ladies,” Ben murmurs.
Tessa huffs but doesn't refute him.
“There will be a two-hour limit,” the king continues. “Only one offering
