Plucked out of the Collector's Pens, auctioned off to a vampire contingent, and sent across the ocean to the Alpha Territories was not exactly how I planned to spend my week. Actually, scratch that. I had planned the first bit. But I was supposed to be sold to the werewolves so I could save my friend from a fate worse than death. Instead, the bloodsuckers have me and so far? It's not going great. I've been shoved into a corset and made to look like an extra on the cast of Bridgerton, all to take part in the Harvest Games--think The Bachelor set in the 1800's, but the men are all vampires, and then add a decidedly terrifying Squid Games element to the mix. No problem. My goal-besides keeping the number of holes in my body to the current norm-is more than surviving. It is escaping the inescapable, finding my way to the werewolf territory, and getting Jordan back. Cue the political strife. Armed with nothing more than a super sharp hairpin, my questionable charm, and an irrational amount
