The Feral Fae's Human

The Feral Fae’s Human Wild Hunt 2 Lola Glass Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Epilogue Afterthoughts Free Novella Please Review Also by Lola Glass: Stay in Touch About the Author Copyright © 2023 Lola Glass authorlolaglass.com All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s imagination. Cover by Francesca Michelon https://www.merrybookround.com/ To the books and people who make dark days a little brighter. One My music played loudly enough to drown out the sounds of the men fighting outside. The northern wall of my bedroom was covered in wet paint; its newest mural was a gruesome picture of fire, hellhounds, and death. That was all I saw when I closed my eyes, after all. Myself, burning. Priel, my fake fae mate, dying. All the hounds in this damn world, turning to ash. And me, at the center of them. It wasn’t any kind of future-sight, as far as I knew. My brain was just really damn twisted. There was a knock at my door. “I’m not hungry,” I snarled at whoever was there. I felt bad for snarling, but not bad enough to chill. If they came in, they’d see the evidence of my dreams and nightmares all over the walls. Some of them knew that I painted, but most of them didn’t. I didn’t really care whether they knew or not, as long as they didn’t see how messed up my brain was. They’d probably kick me out of the Stronghold, and I was not interested in trying to deal with this messed up world of single fae dudes alone. The fae had no women, so they wanted us—ex-humans that they’d dragged through a portal from Earth because we were stupid enough to make a wish to escape our world on the one night of the year that the fae dudes could break through. There was a loud crack, and then my locked door swung open. I was on my feet in an instant, my eyes burning as I snarled at the person in the doorway. But it wasn’t someone who would fear my fire. It was the hellhound who haunted my dreams—and not just the nightmares. If I had one more sex dream about the bastard, I was going to burn my bed. On purpose this time. “Get out,” I roared at him. “No can do, little flame.” Priel (pronounced ‘preel’) crossed the room, stalking toward me like a damn predator. I didn’t step back. I knew better than to run from someone who could take me down. “Don’t fucking touch me.” “Sorry, love. Got to get some rest.” With that, he grabbed me by the waist, threw me over his shoulder, and took off out the door. Fucking hell, I was screwed. He shifted into his bear-like hellhound form as he made his way out of the Stronghold, moving too fast for any of the other women to stop me, even if they’d wanted to. I doubted that they wanted to, though. We weren’t on great terms. Or good terms. Or even… terms. Yeah, no. Those chicks weren’t going to rescue my grumpy, hostile ass. My fingers dug into Priel’s thick, fiery fur. It looked like it was made entirely out of flames, but the fire didn’t burn me. Honestly it felt kind of nice on my skin. Not that I’d ever admit it. “Put me down!” I yelled at the fae guy, as he sprinted into the forest a hell of a lot faster than I’d realized he could move. My clothes—a long-sleeved shirt with a high neckline and long, loose pants, all made out of black fabric—didn’t burn away somehow, so maybe he could control whether his fire was hot or not. We barreled past about a million other fae guys as we went—many of which turned and started sprinting after us. The Wild Hunt guys were keeping the other men away from me and the other ex-human ladies by pretending to be somewhere along the mating process with us. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop the other fae from challenging them to fights. And more fights. And more damn fights. If we’d actually been deep in the mating process, our scents would’ve started intertwining, so me and the other girls had to stay inside for the most part. That wasn’t abnormal for us, though. And considering that now, the other fae could see me and smell me—and probably reach me—I knew everything was about to blow up in our faces. “Hurry!” I yelled at Priel, gripping his fur tighter. He didn’t speed up, but a few more minutes passed, and I realized none of the fae chasing us were gaining on us. If anything, they were getting a little further behind us. Priel kept running, and the distance between us and them started to widen. And eventually, I couldn’t see any other fae on the horizon. It was just me, and him. He slowed as we approached some jagged-looking rocks. I expected him to stop and let me off before we reached wherever we were going, but all of the sudden, he dove downward, and the ground seemed to drop out from underneath us. A yelp escaped me as we plummeted into some kind of hole. He landed smoothly, and I slowly lifted my face off of his back so I could look around the area. It seemed to be some kind of cave, and thanks to the magic coursing through my veins, I could see in the darkness of the