CHAPTER 10
Huntsman!
I didn’t see that one coming, George thought. I just want to get home. He sighed inwardly.
Alright, let’s think about this like a job interview. I’m offered a new position, but to be fair I’ve done it before when someone needed to cover for John at the Rowanton Hunt. This involves a new pack, a new breed of hounds, and a strange territory, but there are people who can guide me with that. Two weeks is an absurdly short time, but perhaps it’s possible.
But this is the Wild Hunt we’re talking about. Someone will die at the end, however well deserving, brutally and in pain. And, in some sense, the whole world will be watching.
On the other hand, what a challenge. George felt the pull of that thought.
“What would happen if I turn this down?” he asked.
“I don’t know.
