Claimed by the Damned Alpha King
Christy said as she walked around me, her hands pushing gently at the back of my arms, raising them up to the correct position.
"Remember, your bow arm should be level with your shoulder, and your drawing arm should pull straight back."
She whispered. The gentle breeze blew across my face, sending my hair sweeping across my vision, which I quickly spit away from my mouth.
"Good, your stance is solid. Remember, this is your enemy, and one shot missed means he will come after you. And you know what that means..."
She didn't finish, but I knew what she was getting at. Though my mind wandered to something else entirely—something that had to do with cuffs and those gifts that weren't really gifts
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