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At twelve years old, Wren Voss has only one slip of paper in the Reaping bowl.
It shouldn't be her.
But when her name is called for the 61st Hunger Games, Wren is ripped away from District Seven and the family she would do anything to protect. Armed with a small wooden flower from her little sister and one desperate promise-to come home-Wren enters an arena where twenty-four children are expected to fight until only one remains.
Wren never wanted to be a killer.
She just wanted to survive.
But survival has a price, and Wren quickly learns that winning the Hunger Games doesn't mean the Capitol is finished with you. Behind the crowns, parties, cameras, and carefully practiced smiles lies another kind of arena-one without cannons to announce when you've lost.
Years pass. Games come and go. Children enter arenas. Victors learn to play their parts.
And Wren keeps smiling.
Because she came home.
Now she just has to survive what followed.
She survived the arena at twelve. The mistake was believing that meant she was free.
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THE PRICE OF COMING HOME
A Hunger Games Fanfiction
Wren Voss • District Seven • Victor of the 61st Hunger Games
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Content Warning: This story contains violence, death, child endangerment, grief, trauma, abuse, exploitation, threats, and other mature themes consistent with the world of The Hunger Games.