❝𝐀 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬.❞ Mead Schlachter's win in the Hunger Games came at a cost that extended far past the arena's bounds and now every year she's forced to entertain the Capitol in order to keep the ones she loves alive. Now, three years later, as the 69th Hunger Games approach and names are drawn, Mead must ask herself how much farther she'd go for someone she loves, even if it means going against what she believes. ------------------------------------------ Book 2 of The Stars The Moon Brings Hunger Games, the concept and its characters, belong to Suzanne Collins. Mentions and instances of the main character harming herself are going to likely be repeatedly present during this fic.

❝Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should've seen me.❞ Mead Schlachter is known to District 10 as a poet, a butcher, and someone who couldn't be less in favor with fate. Secrets lie between the gaps of the memories she chooses to omit, though with the 66th Hunger Games drawing nearer her efforts will see to be all but in vain. For while the life of a butcher is one she claims, it soon won't be only animals she has to slaughter. ------------------------------------------ Hunger Games, the concept and its characters, belong to Suzanne Collins. May include spoilers from SOTR