The Luna Choosing Game

The next morning, blessedly, Elva woke up feeling infinitely better. She bounced around the room

without a care in the world.

When I told her about her prospective wolf ride, she buzzed with excitement. She wiggled her arms back

and forth and jumped up and down on her feet.

She pouted when I made her sit down.

“You had a serious fever only twenty–four hours ago,” I said. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

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“That’s a hundred years ago,” she countered. She kicked her legs under the chair. “I want to ride a wolf.”

“You will. But we have to wait until you are well.” I wasn’t going to take any chances this time, not after

what happened. She had gotten sick because of my carelessness. Never again.

“But, Mommy…”

“Elva. The wolf will still be there tomorrow.”

“What if it isn’t?”

“It will be.”

Keeping Elva safe from sickness was only half of my worry. Since Lena’s threat the night before, I didn’t

dare bring her into any location where she would be at risk.

Today was the day of the hunt. Our prey was a wild boar. They were dangerous when cornered, with their

sharp tusks and instinct to charge. Whatever Lena had planned for me undoubtedly would make that risk

even worse.

I didn’t want Elva anywhere around this event.

Leaving her in the care of the nanny, under the protection of Mark, I set out to face my fate.

Out in the courtyard, each of the girls were given a weapon of their choice, then sent with their wolves

out into the forest hunting grounds.

The princes would also participate, though would spread their attention among all the girls, and not

necessarily locus entirely on the hunt itself.

After greeting my wolf companion Silver, I chose a bow as my weapon.

The princes were already swarmed with the other girls, so I didn’t have any opportunity to say hello, That

The hunt was the event, so the hunt was what I would focus on.

“This might work for us,” I said to Silver.

She tilted her head, one ear flopping. For a full–sized wolf, she was very adorable.

If the rest of them are distracted, this gives us advantage of finding the boar first.”

Silver chuffed, then turned toward the forest. I quickly followed her lead. As a wolf, she could more

easily lead the charge. With her heightened sense of smell, she likely already knew the general location of

the boar, if not its exact spot.

Occasionally Silver would stop to sniff at the ground, pressing her nose into the underbrush. Then she

would grumble and continue forward.

Eventually, however, after sniffing the ground, she lowered herself a bit, tensing up. I quickly did too,

crouching low with my bow at the ready, arrow notched.

We were close.

I leaned against the side of a tree and peered around it. A massive boar was in a clearing just beyond, digging into the dirt.

It was huge and meaty, with large curling tusks. This wasn’t just a dangerous encounter, it was deadly.

How would one of the more inexperienced girls have dealt with such a monster? Perhaps the organizers

never considered a girl would find it on her own, without the help of the princes.

Silver looked at me. She was letting me take the first shot.

Because we had the drop on the boar, we held the advantage, both in terms of attack and protection. I

could wound the animal before it ever noticed me, if I couldn’t simply finish it off in one shot.

It had been a long time since I’d done this, but, as proven at the archery training those weeks before,

some skills never fully left me, even if they grew a bit rusty.

Lifting my bow, I lined up my shot. I steadied my breathing to keep my aim true. I drew back the arrow,

pulling tight at the bowstring.