Hunted By Drav
Run. Climb. Fall — because on Varyn, the hunter always gets his mate.
I signed the contract to escape the domes and the debt my mother left behind.
Thirty days. One winged predator. Freedom.
The cliffs of Varyn rise forever into stormlight, riddled with caverns and alive with wind. The gear they gave me burns out by the first night, and every climb leaves my hands raw, my body colder — and hungrier.
Drav hunts these heights like a god. Bronze wings. Talons that cut stone. Eyes that find me no matter how high I climb. He doesn’t chase to kill — he drives me upward, tests me, waits until I’m too exhausted to resist.
When he catches me, it won’t be mercy.
It’ll be the end of the Hunt.
And as the storms rage below, I can’t tell whether I’m falling into the sky — or into him.
A scorching sci-fi romance featuring winged hunters, impossible heights, and a heroine who must learn that sometimes the only way to survive … is to fall.
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