Ravensblood Forest curse of the black pearl

Oh, fuck everything and everyone around him. A raid?!

Hex had been keen on raids exactly once in his life—in the post-coital excitement that followed his first liaison with Muskrat. Her talk of plunder had excited him, but when all had worn off, he found her savagery tiresome and not to his taste.

And now, he had stumbled upon yet another wolf set on trouble. 

Of. Fucking. Course.

But where could he go? Definitely not back to Akavir, tail between his legs, for the inevitable "I told you so." Not further up the coast, where the weird sisters could apprehend him. And certainly not to the mountains, where the ghosts of his failures would haunt him for all time.

No, he was stuck between this figurative rock and hard place, and even as he nodded along to Nox's command, his teeth gritted tight enough to crack.