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he would have found this amusing. Tracking his mate in his human form was slower; if he were in his bear form he’d be able to track her within seconds. But terrifying his mate with the sight of a grizzly bear chasing her down would not help catch her.
His footsteps slowed as the trail split off in two directions. He’d half expected her to take the path turning to the right; he was surprised to see her footsteps following the path to the left. If she’d taken the path to the right, it would have led her strait down the mountain and into town. Thank goodness his mate had a terrible sense of direction.
Urging his feet quicker along the path he couldn’t help but lick his lips in anticipation as Aria’s scent grew more potent as he drew closer. He rapidly slowed his pace as he approached the drop off. Concealed by the shadows amongst the trees, he smirked as he watched his mate kicked at the snow in frustration. He thanked his luck that she decided to take the wrong path.
As Aria paced along the edge of the earthy cliff, he slowly inched closer. If he startled her, he risked losing her over the deadly ledge. Crouching down, he began knotting a section of the rope he’d brought along, around his waist. Tucking the extra length of the rope in the front pocket of his jeans, silently he watched her as she loudly fumed.
“What a stupid forest!” she sniped out loudly, “Would it kill them to hang a few signs saying, ‘ This way to town’ or ‘Don’t go this way—it goes nowhere’! ” Groaning in annoyance, she kicked out at more snow before throwing herself down on a nearby rock, half crusted with snow.
From the force of throwing herself onto her perch, she felt tenderness along her rips. Reaching up, her hand covered the area, silently willing the burning pain to recede. Shoving one side of the coat away, she lifted up her shirt to inspect the wound. To her surprise there was nothing there. Last night she remembered it steadily bleeding; now there was simply an area of pink flesh. How was that possible?
Closing her eyes, Aria inhaled deeply as she looked up at the pale sky. Dropping her clothing back into place, she pulled the thick coat more firmly around her. Lowering her head, a flash of light glinted off her left wrist catching her attention. Lifting the hand to eye level she glared at the insulting metal on her wrist. Her skin underneath was red and blistered from repeatedly being zapped at the labs. The memories of how she had been treated no better than a mindless beast resurfaced.
Waves of anger rushed to the surface before she could control it. As though the revolting cuffs were on fire, franticly she began trying to forcibly twist and pull them off. When they wouldn’t move more than an inch in each direction she slid off the cold slick rock to kneel in the snow. A few times she slammed her wrist against the hard exterior of the rock in hopes of smashing the thin metal.
“I don’t think that’s going to work, kitten.” The deep reverberating voice startled Aria as she swung her hand once more towards the stone surface. Only this time it missed its mark, instead of striking the indestructible metal again, she slammed her hand into the hard rock. Crying out whether in surprise or in pain; she didn't know. Cradling her wrist against her shuddering chest, she struggled to conceal the pain in her hand while she covered it from sight with her free hand.
“What do you want?” She gritted out in obvious pain as she glanced away from him.
Doyle crouching down beside her, he reached a tender hand out toward her injured hand, only to grind his teeth in frustration when she jerked out of reach. Jumping to her feet, she backed away from Doyle, the sound of her crunching footsteps against the snow was the only sound echoed between them as she did her best to ignore his watchful gaze.
Not about to take anymore, he rose to his full height and stalked over to his avoiding mate. Jerking her around, he
His footsteps slowed as the trail split off in two directions. He’d half expected her to take the path turning to the right; he was surprised to see her footsteps following the path to the left. If she’d taken the path to the right, it would have led her strait down the mountain and into town. Thank goodness his mate had a terrible sense of direction.
Urging his feet quicker along the path he couldn’t help but lick his lips in anticipation as Aria’s scent grew more potent as he drew closer. He rapidly slowed his pace as he approached the drop off. Concealed by the shadows amongst the trees, he smirked as he watched his mate kicked at the snow in frustration. He thanked his luck that she decided to take the wrong path.
As Aria paced along the edge of the earthy cliff, he slowly inched closer. If he startled her, he risked losing her over the deadly ledge. Crouching down, he began knotting a section of the rope he’d brought along, around his waist. Tucking the extra length of the rope in the front pocket of his jeans, silently he watched her as she loudly fumed.
“What a stupid forest!” she sniped out loudly, “Would it kill them to hang a few signs saying, ‘ This way to town’ or ‘Don’t go this way—it goes nowhere’! ” Groaning in annoyance, she kicked out at more snow before throwing herself down on a nearby rock, half crusted with snow.
From the force of throwing herself onto her perch, she felt tenderness along her rips. Reaching up, her hand covered the area, silently willing the burning pain to recede. Shoving one side of the coat away, she lifted up her shirt to inspect the wound. To her surprise there was nothing there. Last night she remembered it steadily bleeding; now there was simply an area of pink flesh. How was that possible?
Closing her eyes, Aria inhaled deeply as she looked up at the pale sky. Dropping her clothing back into place, she pulled the thick coat more firmly around her. Lowering her head, a flash of light glinted off her left wrist catching her attention. Lifting the hand to eye level she glared at the insulting metal on her wrist. Her skin underneath was red and blistered from repeatedly being zapped at the labs. The memories of how she had been treated no better than a mindless beast resurfaced.
Waves of anger rushed to the surface before she could control it. As though the revolting cuffs were on fire, franticly she began trying to forcibly twist and pull them off. When they wouldn’t move more than an inch in each direction she slid off the cold slick rock to kneel in the snow. A few times she slammed her wrist against the hard exterior of the rock in hopes of smashing the thin metal.
“I don’t think that’s going to work, kitten.” The deep reverberating voice startled Aria as she swung her hand once more towards the stone surface. Only this time it missed its mark, instead of striking the indestructible metal again, she slammed her hand into the hard rock. Crying out whether in surprise or in pain; she didn't know. Cradling her wrist against her shuddering chest, she struggled to conceal the pain in her hand while she covered it from sight with her free hand.
“What do you want?” She gritted out in obvious pain as she glanced away from him.
Doyle crouching down beside her, he reached a tender hand out toward her injured hand, only to grind his teeth in frustration when she jerked out of reach. Jumping to her feet, she backed away from Doyle, the sound of her crunching footsteps against the snow was the only sound echoed between them as she did her best to ignore his watchful gaze.
Not about to take anymore, he rose to his full height and stalked over to his avoiding mate. Jerking her around, he
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