Moon bound to the ruthless alpha
Desmond was surprisingly competitive, and every time one of his men returned with a catch, he acted as though they had personally challenged him.
Eventually, I spotted movement ahead.
A rabbit.I immediately raised my bow.
Desmond noticed and stopped.“Take your shot.”
I drew the string back, steadied my breathing, and released it.
The arrow flew cleanly and the rabbit dropped.
Desmond stared at me before bursting into laughter.
“Well,” he said, “I clearly underestimated you.”
“I told you I could hunt.”
“You said you could try.”
I lifted my chin proudly. “And now you know.”
A while later, I caught another.