. The Feast was the first event in The Mating Season. A ritual where the werewolves that lived in the mountains surrounding our village would come in search for their mates. There was only one rule: the girl had to be eighteen before she could be taken to live with them. If she was younger, the wolf would have to wait.
It seemed a simple exchange. Letting the monsters take one girl for their own, instead of killing dozens or more in a blood thirsty rage. I understood the pact our village had made with the wolves for our safety, bound by the magic of my own ancestors to force them to keep their promise. I was even thankful for it, on nights when I couldn’t sleep because I was terrified of the howling in the distance. But now, I was eighteen. Now, everything had changed. And the wolves were coming for me.
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