The hunting event takes place in the early afternoon, and the premise is simple. All the male shifters head into the palace woods, which are crawling with dangerous animals. There’s no prize involved aside from the ego of each shifter. The one who brings back the most kills is commended, and each male shifter dedicates his prey to his preferred female.
Among the females, this event is something akin to a popularity contest. The female with the most men presenting their prey to her is to be envied. At least, that’s how Mary explains it to me. I’m far too busy making sure I don’t fall on my face in this dress to care.
“We live in modern times,” I complain. “Why do we have to wear dresses from the Victorian era? I don’t even know how to walk in this thing!”
“It’s not from the Victorian era
