Grace of a Wolf

As a human, I should be miles away from any large shifter event. Especially the annual Mate Hunt.



A hunt for mates. Doesn't that sound barbaric? Yeah, it's as bad as it sounds.



Several packs in the area gather as their newly minted adult wolves shift. Females are let into the woods first and are given an hour's head start, just before sundown. Then it's time for the males, ostensibly thrown out to hunt down the scent of their fated (or chosen) mates.



It isn't an event for the faint of heart, and it's definitely no place for someone who can't shift. So why the fuck am I here, running my little human heart out, chased by what sounds like an entire pack of wolves? Great question. I don't know, either.



But I'm here.



Surrounded by howls fueled by the thrill of the hunt.



Feet bleeding. Lungs freezing.



I am so fucked.



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R18. Dark themes, including but not limited to: Murder, attempted murder, a stack of dead bodies, betrayal, mild sociopathy, an ML who appears to bathe in red flags despite his favorite color being green, an unwarranted hatred of blueberry muffins, and pillow thievery.