The Claiming by Cooper

Chapter 73

Chapter 73 Mason

Mason

Where is she? Where is she?

I walk back to the trees where I can smell her scent, then to the trees past it where it disappears.

Where is she? Where is she?

Back and forth, back and forth.

She’s got to be somewhere. But her scent ends here.

Back and forth, back and forth.

I look up into the tree for the hundredth time. I can’t see her. Even if it was daylight, I couldn’t see her. How can I find her if there is no sound, no scent?

Where is my mate? Where is she?

When I collapse, exhausted, I lay under the tree. The last one where I can find her scent. Maybe tomorrow, I can find it again. If not, I’ll have to go searching for it somewhere else.

How could she escape me? She can’t. She must be nearby. I’ll stay here. Guard her, guard what’s mine until I can claim her.

I close my eyes, only for them to fly open in what feels like moments. I stand, ready to fight. What did I hear?

No one is taking what

begin sniffing the ground, lifting my nose into the air, sniffing again. There, on

mouth waters at it. All I want to do is sink my

I am a stealthy predator. I will

face, I catch her scent. I turn, focusing my attention on

against the tree, putting my front paws as high as they will go. There, very faint, is her scent. I have her caught in

jumping as high as I can, growling in frustration when the tree limbs are too low for me to catch. I still can’t see her, but when I jump, I can just catch her

and growling in my frustration, clawing at

I sense more than hear another wolf

catch him by surprise. I shake my head, violently as our snarls and growls echo

back, trying to dislodge me. His paws begin scratching my underside, slicing into my ribs, but

rip free, it’s with a mouthful of fur and flesh, leaving a gaping wound on the wolf’s back. I leap back and we begin circling each other trying to find an opening. When I find it,

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tearing my skin and sinking into my flesh. I thrash my head,

my bottom teeth puncturing his throat. I can hear the wolf begin gasping for air, the sound becoming a gurgling sound the longer I hold

harder, knowing that I have him in a death hold. I just have to wait him out. He continues snapping at me until he becomes too weak. When he collapses at my feet, I hold on to him until I

b*oody muzzle to the air, howling my dominance over this competitor who thought he could

back up before turning back to the tree. I jump up and realize that my

was fighting to the death, she raced

Elijah POV

didn’t get injured. I was hoping that I would be immune to the

Mason had Jara treed, I found a tree that I could climb and slowly made my way to her. When I finally got to her, she was in a precarious position. The limb

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