The Viking's Mate Hunt

"'Little bunny, little bunny, wolf is hungry!' The voice mocked, accompanied by an eerie cackle. 'Run, dear rabbit, run for your life!' A thunderous roar echoed through the night, striking fear deep within me. A shiver ran down my spine, and my heart pounded as the haunting cries pursued me relentlessly.

Elisabeth's journey had been marked by hardship since childhood, dealing with a distant and cruel mother and a mother's addiction that consumed her. Yet, on this fateful evening, something far more malevolent lurked in the shadows, threatening to snatch her away from her old life.

Out of the darkness emerged towering figures, growling and intimidating her. Despite her terror, her screams remained trapped within. When she regained consciousness, she found herself in a奇异 realm where Viking werewolves reigned alongside enigmatic faeries, every five years selecting ten girls for their mating ritual. And tragically, Elisabeth was among those chosen.

Together with the other nine frightened girls, dressed in simple white dresses and barefoot, we stood vulnerable before the predators. A silver dagger pierced each of our wrists, marking the ominous beginning of the hunt. "We pay homage to the moon goddess, let your blood guide your destined mate," they declared.