I didn't waste another second watching the circus. Turning my back on Eliana and the other high-society girls—who were currently sprinting around the arena screaming bloody murder about their hair, their makeup, and their faces—I focused entirely on the squawking pens.
My time with the rogues had beaten a single, unyielding lesson into my head: if you want something in this life, you work for it. You don't beg, you don't cry, and you certainly don't wait for someone to hand it to you. To a wolf who had hunted in the deep winter just to stay alive, a little blood was absolutely nothing. Catching a chicken didn't even make my pulse race.
Moving with the fluid, calculated ease of a natural predator, I tracked a hefty chicken trying to flap its way over the wooden barrier. Before it could cl
