"Stop. Stop, please." I sob as the whip comes down on my back once more. "Shut up yo-" my tormentor's words are cut off by a ferocious growl. I sense another masculine figure in the dark room, but can't make out a word he's shouting. The burning and searing pain that I'm experiencing is just too much. A sickening snap...
It's 2074 and times have changed. The government doesn't tolerate those who look different, act different, and have different cultural backgrounds, so the Hunt was created to get rid of these outliers. 15 year old Dakota Jackson is a candidate in the Hunt because of her red hair, and she must find a way to make it out...
"Sir, you're stepping on my flower crown." Troye stammers shakily. She does not care if this will lead to her death. She will die with that flower crown on her head or so help her. "Mate." He growls at her, not getting off her flower crown. "Snickerdoodles." Troye whispers before fleeing. What? She panick...
On their 21st birthday every mateless werewolf in the their respective areas is forcibly entered into the Forest Arena. Males and Females battle it out to create a new pack. The men have one week to decide ranks in the pack and find their mates. And the females have one week to either find their mates or try and hide...