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Also… I fold my arms across my chest, arching a brow. “Her driver?” “Yeah, what else did you expect from the princess of the Denver pack?” Jax chuckles as his mate elbows him. Brooke rolls her eyes. “She’s not like that. Things are just different there. Bigger pack, more money. She’s cool, though, you’ll see when you meet her.” Brooke’s lips spread into a smile as she looks toward the gate. “Speaking of…”

I say taking it and sniffing it. “Deer,” Seb answers as he takes another bite. My favourite. I take a bite, it didn’t taste like deer, but I figured it was a different breed. I look around and realised Drew wasn’t here. I stand up and look around the campsite before turning back to face Fleur. “Where’s Drew?” I ask and she looks at Seb before looking at me nervously. “He uhm, had to go get something from the village.” She gulps, clearly uncomfortable and nervous which only made me more curious.

He was still hard inside her. This moment felt perfect. ************************************* Tonight, the Wraeken was in a foul mood. It needed something to give it a little entertainment. It didn’t seem that eating was going to solve its crankiness. It was sulking through the forest and came across a deer. The Wraeken was not impressed. What the hell was a deer doing walking around this late? It was practically just asking to be killed. The Wraeken barely gave a chase before it caught the deer. It bit deeply into the deer’s neck and watched it fall to the ground.

So she let Amos take his hand out. Sera looked at the black car following her. She hoped Riel would keep an eye on Amos later. "Is that a deer?" asked Amos, widening his eyes to see a deer with long antlers among the trees. He remembered seeing the animal in the book Balferis had read. "Have you ever seen one? There are a lot in this area," Sera replied. She got tired of seeing them. Several times, she ate them. "Beautiful," Amos murmured as he saw a group of deer. He didn't expect to see those animals for real. He loved it every time Balferis showed him pictures of the animals. He liked their cute widened eyes and pointed horns.

I said, turning. Drake stopped a foot away from me. “That was some impressive hunting earlier. I’ve never seen a Luna take down a deer like that. So quick and clean.” He gestured to the fire, where today’s kill was being carved up to serve. It felt both beautiful and barbaric at the same time, to feast on something that I had hunted myself. But it felt so, so right—so in tune with the primal beast that lived inside of all of us. I felt my cheeks warm at the praise. The cooks had even commented on how tender the meat was, indicating that the deer had not suffered—sometimes, the overwhelming suffering of an animal could tinge the meat with a strange taste. But not today.

“I’m sure you haven’t come here to discuss my name, Rachel. Tell me, what did you see?” “I came here? No, that’s not it. You’re the one who called me.” I denied, shaking my head. I glanced back to the massive lake and marveled momentarily at the mountains in the distance. They were huge, so tall I couldn’t make out the top through the thick cloud bank. I briefly wondered if most mountains were this tall, or if the entire scene before me was some concocted illusion. I forced myself to remain patient and answered the Game Master. “The deer drank from the lake, and they changed. From first glance, I’d say the deer took some of the magic from the lake.”

The silence stretched, broken only by the nervous rasp of my own breath. Then, we emerged into a small clearing. In the center, bathed in the blood-red glow of the setting sun, lay the mangled bodies of several deer. Their ripped flesh and exposed bones spoke of a brutal attack. Disgust churned in my stomach. Rogue attacks on prey were commonplace, but the sheer ferocity of this kill sent a shiver down my spine. "They weren't here long ago," Brock murmured, his voice low and grim. "Maybe an hour, two at most."

“Look at that.” He turned in the direction of the deer alarmingly and then back at me, “Really?” I shushed him and reached for my phone to take a picture of the majestic animal. “You'll scare it away.” “You've never seen a deer before?” “In the zoo, yes,” I mumbled absentmindedly, my whole attention was on the two wonders at a little distance. “In a forest, in their natural habitat, never.” Jasper chuckled, “If you like them so much, we can visit a deer park in the Autumn. It is the time when they are really in the mood.”

“If we’re quiet, we might even spot one!” The children hushed, their eyes wide with anticipation. They moved carefully, their footsteps light as they ventured deeper into the woods. Suddenly, a graceful doe emerged from the trees, pausing to drink from a nearby stream. “Look!” Leo whispered, gesturing for everyone to stop. They stood in awe, watching as the deer drank, its elegant movements captivating them. For a brief moment, the world felt still, and they shared a collective sense of wonder. After the deer gracefully disappeared back into the forest, the group resumed their journey, the atmosphere filled with excitement from the encounter. Leo noticed how the shared experience had deepene