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?

growl low in my chest. No

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

My mouth waters at it. All I

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

it passes my face, I catch her scent. I turn, focusing my

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

as high as I can, growling in frustration when the tree limbs are too low for me to

in my frustration, clawing at the tree, leaving big g*shes

than hear another wolf

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

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

it’s with a mouthful of fur and flesh, leaving a gaping wound on the wolf’s back. I leap back and we begin

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skin and

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

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.

to the air, howling my dominance over this competitor who

up before turning back to the tree. I jump up and realize that my mate’ s scent is now even more faint than

to the death, she

Elijah POV

had been keeping an eye on Mason, making sure that he didn’t get injured. I was hoping that I would be immune to the claiming haze,

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

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