Chapter Eighteen

Adrenaline coursed through Kendra’s veins as her arrow pierced the deer’s heart.  Its body had barely collapsed onto the thick forest debris that made up the woodland’s floor before she was at its side with her hunting knife.  With a quick and smooth movement, she mercifully completed the kill.

“It’s been ages since we’ve had venison.”  She was breathless with excitement. “I thought we’d hunted them out of the area.  We’re not far from home, after all.”

“Did you really come this way to hunt?” Rex asked as he set to work cleaning the deer. “I never did.”

“Not really,” she replied.  “Only once in a while because I had bad luck and thought the hunting was poor. I guess that was a mistake.”

Then, out of the blue, her senses reacted to the smell of the deer’s exposed entrails and saliva flooded her mouth.

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