Chapter 1.

Angelic music played in the speakers around the pack. Torches were lit along the streets, and the moon shone brightly in the center of the sky.  A shadow was cast over the edge as the blood moon began to form and once it was fully merged it would be time, and later on when the blood moon begun to pull from its form the horn would blow-- indicating that the Hunt had begun.  "Are you nervous?" My little sister, Mathilda, asked me.  "Hazel isn't nervous, sweetheart, this is an honor. One that you too might experience in a few years if you're lucky."  I shifted on the bed and suppressed the growing anger towards my mother.  I looked into Mathilda's hopeful eyes and cupped her tiny chin.  "I hope you never do," I said and glared fiercely at my mother when I turned my head. If a female didn't have her mate by the time she turned eighteen, she was to be a volunteer for the Hunt. It wasn't her choice but somehow, through the centuries that this tradition had been alive, young girls had been br