Varin’s POV
Draven must have seen the midnight hunt as an inconvenience.
But I was smart enough to see the opportunity it came with.
The forest was alive, whispering secrets in the icy wind. Snow crunched under my boots as I walked alongside Rivara, her breath clouding the cold night air. She stayed close, her dark gown blending into the shadows. The faint glow of moonlight caught the silver streaks in her braid, but her sharp eyes were on me.
“This is your chance,” she said, her voice low but firm. “Draven thinks he can win with that pathetic girl by his side. Let’s prove him wrong.”
I smirked. She knew how to push my buttons. “I’m not worried about Draven. He’s predictable. It’s the forest I don’t trust.”
We stopped near the edge of the hunt’s starting point. The faint sounds of th
