Remnant 2 Kill The Doe Novels & Stories

Throw Me Away Play these little games Acting like it's all good Today, today Go Fuck Yourself - Two Feet (...) Ella It took me a while to get to sleep the night before. Because, for some reason, my mind seemed to be on alert. I kept remembering over and over again the image of Justin saving me and my kitten from the killer tree. And when I fell into that chest? My body lit up just remembering it. My mouth filled with water, thinking when I noticed the bulge in his shorts.

Kneeling beside the panting animal in a reassuring rhythm while continuing to speak in a soothing tone, Carolina surveyed the damage. The doe's leg was caught in a rope tied tightly to a tree, new and old blood coating the area where the blistered skin lay beneath. She didn't know if the wound had been infected by the rope wrapped around it, so she quickly and efficiently used a small knife hidden in her left sleeve to cut the rope.

They’re silver, like every other weapon I use, so I aim strictly at the wolves so I don’t waste them on humans. I take out one wolf after another, shooting them with pinpoint accuracy, while some of the Deads, along with Leo, Aiden and Asher guard the tree I’m on, killing everyone who even gets close. Sometime during the fight, Shane brings out 2 sets of arrows from Leo’s dungeon before throwing them to me, so I have more ammunition.

There’s no hesitation, no anger, no wasted motion, just a clean end to a threat that never belonged here. More follow. They come armed, trained, moving with the confidence of men who think numbers and preparation will save them. They’re wrong. “Do not pursue,” Leo orders. “Hold the boundary.” They’re baiting us. I skid to a halt beside Remy as another hunter falls hard under his claws, blood steaming in the cool night air. “Second wave building,” he snarls. “They’re watching how we respond.” “Let them watch,” I growl back.

I’ll have to ask. Just like the last time, the day goes by quickly, and before I know it, we’re stopping for the night. I go out to get firewood again, wanting to make sure my mate is warm and while she makes the fire, I go out to find her some food to eat. This time, I find a doe and because I have plans for our question and answer session tonight, I drain the blood out of the deer.

So I took that as a cue to return to the courtyard. Fortunately for me, I was able to make fifteen kills through the night. Rabbits, squirrels, a deer, and a wild boar. All thanks to Tara's lessons. Gathered at the courtyard, I noticed the rest made good kills too and I was impressed for performing well just like them.

As more reinforcements arrive from the surrounding woods, the remaining wolves, sensing their imminent defeat, turn tail and dart into the dense forest, disappearing into the underbrush. I take a moment to catch my breath, scanning the area and feeling a chill wash over me as I realize the cost of our victory. Among the scattered remnants of the fight, I spot the lifeless body of one of our warriors, a brave and steadfast ally who had stood shoulder to shoulder with us in the fray. My heart aches at the sight, and I see Matt and Kim approach him with somber expressions, their eyes filled with sorrow and respect for the fallen.

I quickly sat up, gathered myself and forced my eyes to open properly. Just as I was shifting onto one knee, I heard a swish in the grass, my eyes shot to where the sound came from and not far in front of me was a fox, looking for scraps to eat. I quietly readied my Bowe and held it up lightly against my face and stretched the Bowe strap with my arrow ready to shoot. He stopped for a moment as he sniffed the air, and I took that chance to shoot him in the neck. Quickly grabbing another arrow, I shot him once again in the neck as he fell to the ground. I kept low and went over to the animal that was now dead, just as I was about to haul him over my shoulder, I could feel another presence. I t

I shuddered when I remembered her icy blue eyes. Pushing the fear of Reeva out of my thoughts, I watched Todd land on the largest buck, easily digging his teeth into its neck, tearing through the muscle with practiced ease. Todd lifted his head and even with his muzzle stained with blood, I didn’t need the mindlink to read the playful, smug expression on his furry face—see, not only I got to the clearing first, but also killed the biggest deer of the herd. I chuckled lightly and ducked my head to pick up the kill when my ears perked.

Ben dumped the tools he’d just hauled back onto the ground and muttered, “Feels like I just ran all this way for nothing—everyone else stole the show.” Lena didn’t even glance up. “If you’d been two minutes slower, you wouldn’t have even gotten the closing credits.” “Fine, fine,” he grumbled, resigned. “At least I get the tail end.” He sighed and got to work finishing up. Vernon didn’t say a word. He just quietly went about putting away the used gloves and makeshift instruments, and subtly tidied up the area around the doe to minimize any human scent. “Wild moms get jumpy after giving birth,” he said quietly. “Less interference, faster recovery.”