Hope
They're watching. Waiting… You don't need to wait for them to strike. Hunt them. Find them. Or become the prey.
On the downside, I still haven't figured out who the hell we're after.
On the upside, neither have any of the Candidates.
It's been two hours since, and I actually did expect we'd get at least one day of rest before the hunting game Newheaven is not in any fucking way close enough to Brookshigh. The game officials know it, but they still insist the hunt happens tonight.
I sat in the cold my legs shaking. Definitely not out of nervousness. I keep wondering if I can stand a chance of pulling the trigger or kill anyone again but my wolf keeps assuring me that she will handle it. Handle it? that ruthless monster. She's a perfect compliment of my soft heart. She sure knows the world doesn't need or deserve a fucking gentle approach
"You're awfully spicy today, Hope. Are you sure you're not—"
"No." I cut Lucy off before she can finish that thought.
