Amelia
My mind is racing as the werewolf guards force me across the square to the group of humans selected for the Hunt Ceremony. I’m scrambling, telling them there must be a mistake, there must another Maya. I show them my collar to prove that I’m Prince Owen’s pet.
“Yeah, yeah,” one of the guards replies, “we’ve heard it all before.”
I don’t have time to come up with another solution before the Selected are ordered to move out toward the Hunting Grounds. A line of werewolves surrounds us humans in every direction.
The werewolves in front are nearly impossible to keep up with as they take off at their heightened speed, even in human form. The werewolves in the back make sure no one falls behind by whipping those who get too close to them.
My heartbeat thunders in my ears as I slowl
