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?

low in my chest. No

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

My mouth waters at it. All I want to do is sink my canines into her

hear something up in the tree. I lift my head up, listening, 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

scent.

will go. There, very faint, is her scent. I have her caught

low for me to catch. I still can’t see her, but when I jump, I can

snarling and growling in my frustration, clawing at the tree, leaving

than

my head, violently as our snarls and growls echo in the surrounding forest. Animals all around us wake suddenly and

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

a mouthful of fur and flesh, leaving a gaping wound on the wolf’s back. I

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tearing my skin and sinking into my

pain, letting go of my back. I take the opportunity to grab hold of the side of his neck, my bottom teeth puncturing his throat. I can hear the wolf begin gasping

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

the air, howling my dominance over this competitor who

that he won’t get back up before turning back to the tree. I jump up and realize that my

fighting to the

Elijah POV

had been keeping an eye on Mason, making sure that he didn’t get injured. I was hoping that I

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 she’s on is small and as I watch, I see her wavering with her

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