How do you go from an orphan human to a recessive elf with more family members than you can shake a stick at in such a short period of time? I’m living it, and I still don’t quite know how it happened.

My name is Keya Mialeth, and my life is not what I thought it was.

I was raised as a human, then kidnapped and dragged into an elven mound where Master Fal tortured and trained me how to fight. For 749 years, I believed I was held at the whim of a madman.

Except it turns out that madman is my father. What’s more, he’s Lord of the Hunt and leads the Wild Hunt on its God-given mandate to kill murderers and vow breakers. And he has been searching for a replacement for more than 20,000 years.

He chose me.

I just don’t know if I want it. I’ve lived in fear of him for centuries, and it hurts on some level to begin to understand what he’s gone through to find a replacement so that he can be with his mate. Except he already told me that he’ll take my sister if I don’t accept.

What do you do in that situation? If you’ve already lived through the experiments and the pain and the fear and have the strength to take on the role of Lord of the Hunt, how can you turn your back on your 14-year-old sister and cause her to go through the same pain?

That’s my life. I owe my survival to the one man I hate most in this world, yet I’m an elf. I understand what he did. What he set in motion. Desperate times, and all of that.

Do I do it? Do I take the role? I just don’t know. As my life continues to grow and shift, I’m feeling less like human-me and more like this unknown elven-me. I just know that my sister’s life is at stake, and sometimes you need to take risks to save family.