The Alpha's Scorned Mate
Suddenly, the sound of a bullet rings through the air, and I dodge just in time for it to whiz over my head and embed itself into the tree.
Snarling, I race toward the scent of gunpowder, finding a hunter trying to reload his gun, failing due to my rushing at him. Before he can reach for any other weapon, I am upon him, ripping his throat open with my claws. The iron tang of blood fills the air, and I snarl in disgust, linking to a warrior and telling them where to find the body of the hunter. I breathe in this hunter’s scent before it can fade, committing it to memory so that I can track down his allies before I continue racing toward the border where the attack happened.
‘Fuck, how many do
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