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?

my chest. No one

lifting my nose into the air, sniffing again. There, on the light breeze is

smell. My mouth waters at it. All I want

not wanting to move. This is a hunt, and I am a stealthy predator. I will hunt my mate. I will run her down if I have to, but I just need to catch her

face, I catch her scent.

paws as high as they will go. There, very faint, is her scent. I have her caught in the tree! Now, how to get to

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

sense more than hear

down on his neck as I catch him by surprise. I shake my head,

on his back, trying to dislodge me. His paws begin scratching my underside, slicing into my ribs, but I refuse to let

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

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down on my back, tearing my skin and sinking into my flesh. I thrash my head, hearing the snap of the

my back. I take the opportunity to grab hold of the side of his neck, my bottom teeth puncturing his throat.

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 hear his breathing and heart stop. I

the air, howling my dominance

to the tree. I jump up and realize that my mate’ s scent is now

was fighting to the death, she

Elijah POV

injured. I was hoping that I would be immune to the claiming haze, but once

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 she’s on is small and as I watch, I

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