We might have uncovered the mystery of who was killing the students, but now the only way to save the school is to survive the call of the Wild Hunt.
With my men at my side, we entered a race against time. This might be a game to those we were fighting against, but it wasn’t one we could afford to lose. The rules were simple, evade the hunt until the full moon and earn your freedom, or be captured and live out eternity in the menagerie.
Well, I was never much good at living life by the rules, and we were going to do this our own way. Why bother evading when you could hunt instead?