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bush before he could let the arrow fly. He slowed his breathing while he waited for the kill shot. With drawn bow, he followed his target as it moved silently through the trees. He couldn’t believe his luck when the shifter he had been watching met another of the ones guarding the girl. They paused, heads together, and the hunter wished he knew what they were saying to one another, but he didn’t have time to think as he let the bow string go and sent the arrow flying towards its mark.
He watched the arrow pierce through the back of the one shifter and straight through the heart of the one he faced. They both fell to the ground with the smallest of sounds. As he climbed down from the tree, he moved as quickly and quietly as he could. When he reached his target, both beasts lay dead. His aim had sent the arrow through the top of the first shifter’s heart and into the bottom of the second. However, it had left the arrow irretrievable.
He decided against climbing the tree again . Instead, he moved himself between the tree and the large overgrown bush that knotted the ground with roots and vines and squatted to wait. It didn’t take long before two more shifters came to investigate from opposite sides of their fallen members. The hunter drew the arrow back, released and watched the beast drop dead. As the other turned to leave, the hunter already had another arrow pulled back across the bowstring but as he loosed it, the beast broke into a run and he watched his arrow dig into the soft earth where the creature had stood.
Three dead, five alive , he thought to himself as he heard the alarm raised by the one who had escaped. He didn’t waste any time, neither can I . The hunter crossed the distance with speed and retrieved the arrow from the ground, swiped it across his pants to clean the dirt from it and held it at the ready. He could hear movement from both sides and they were shouting to each other, but he couldn’t make out more than one or two words. The pounding of his heart was reverberating loudly in the blood rushing through his ears. He couldn’t stay where he was, he was a sitting duck. So he moved with his bow in one hand and an arrow in the other.
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Alin heard the shouts, but he kept his eye on his target. So far, the goddess hadn’t so much as taken a step. He wondered if her courage had been taken away with her memories and power and the thought nearly made him laugh. He would actually hate her death, the woman who sent him the pups. Each time a child had been turned, she had offered it to the beasts. When her identity had been confirmed, he had reveled in that fact. For so long, sacrifices had been made to the gods. Now the gods make offerings to me , he had thought.
He watched her rise on her feet, her back bent and stooped. When she finally decided to move, she ran and he followed behind, paws patting the ground in silence.
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Sara’s heart was in her throat as she ran straight for her sister, only sidestepping as needed to avoid trees, low branches, and stumps that marred the terrain. She had only waited moments after the shouts had begun. Deep inside, she prayed that her hunter was safe. Her heart broke at the thought of losing him all over again. But she knew those thoughts would only consume her and so she forced them from her mind.
When she reached Meg, her sister was disheveled, her dress torn and dirty and her hair was knotted and in tangles. She had scrapes and bruises over much of her bare skin and her lips were dry and cracked from lack of moisture.
“Meg, can you walk?” she whispered and worked at the rope holding her sister to the large tree. She worked at the knots for only a few moments before she withdrew the knife from her satchel and cut the thick cord.
“Sara? Sara, is it really you? How did you find me?” Meg asked , her voice weak.
“Victor found you ,” she told her as she helped her stand.
“Victor’s here?” Meg asked, weak hands smoothing her hair. If
He watched the arrow pierce through the back of the one shifter and straight through the heart of the one he faced. They both fell to the ground with the smallest of sounds. As he climbed down from the tree, he moved as quickly and quietly as he could. When he reached his target, both beasts lay dead. His aim had sent the arrow through the top of the first shifter’s heart and into the bottom of the second. However, it had left the arrow irretrievable.
He decided against climbing the tree again . Instead, he moved himself between the tree and the large overgrown bush that knotted the ground with roots and vines and squatted to wait. It didn’t take long before two more shifters came to investigate from opposite sides of their fallen members. The hunter drew the arrow back, released and watched the beast drop dead. As the other turned to leave, the hunter already had another arrow pulled back across the bowstring but as he loosed it, the beast broke into a run and he watched his arrow dig into the soft earth where the creature had stood.
Three dead, five alive , he thought to himself as he heard the alarm raised by the one who had escaped. He didn’t waste any time, neither can I . The hunter crossed the distance with speed and retrieved the arrow from the ground, swiped it across his pants to clean the dirt from it and held it at the ready. He could hear movement from both sides and they were shouting to each other, but he couldn’t make out more than one or two words. The pounding of his heart was reverberating loudly in the blood rushing through his ears. He couldn’t stay where he was, he was a sitting duck. So he moved with his bow in one hand and an arrow in the other.
****
Alin heard the shouts, but he kept his eye on his target. So far, the goddess hadn’t so much as taken a step. He wondered if her courage had been taken away with her memories and power and the thought nearly made him laugh. He would actually hate her death, the woman who sent him the pups. Each time a child had been turned, she had offered it to the beasts. When her identity had been confirmed, he had reveled in that fact. For so long, sacrifices had been made to the gods. Now the gods make offerings to me , he had thought.
He watched her rise on her feet, her back bent and stooped. When she finally decided to move, she ran and he followed behind, paws patting the ground in silence.
****
Sara’s heart was in her throat as she ran straight for her sister, only sidestepping as needed to avoid trees, low branches, and stumps that marred the terrain. She had only waited moments after the shouts had begun. Deep inside, she prayed that her hunter was safe. Her heart broke at the thought of losing him all over again. But she knew those thoughts would only consume her and so she forced them from her mind.
When she reached Meg, her sister was disheveled, her dress torn and dirty and her hair was knotted and in tangles. She had scrapes and bruises over much of her bare skin and her lips were dry and cracked from lack of moisture.
“Meg, can you walk?” she whispered and worked at the rope holding her sister to the large tree. She worked at the knots for only a few moments before she withdrew the knife from her satchel and cut the thick cord.
“Sara? Sara, is it really you? How did you find me?” Meg asked , her voice weak.
“Victor found you ,” she told her as she helped her stand.
“Victor’s here?” Meg asked, weak hands smoothing her hair. If
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