In the mortal world fae are hunted for sport.
They are collared, caged, and their bodies reshaped into trophies before being released into warded hunting grounds. Nobles pay to hunt them down and mount their heads on walls.
My father has arranged a hunt for my birthday.
One day of excitement. One perfect kill.
What I get is a hunt that ends with the wrong body on the ground, and a fae quarry who refuses to stay in his place. By nightfall, I'm the captive of the most dangerous thing this world has ever tried to turn into game.
A fae warrior with centuries of rage, and no intention of letting humans decide how his story ends.
