"He is baiting us." Teiran gruffs, looking around for something more than the few droplets that linger on the ground.

"Or it's someone else." I mutter, focused on the way the blood seems different. Pinker, almost like paint from the store in shades lighter than blood red.

"Both of you are wrong," Kyra murmurs in thought, scooping up a leaf with some of it on it as she brings it closer to her nose and sniffs.

"And what makes you think that?" Teiran asks, walking over to her.

"There is fur in it," she explains, but he huffs in disagreement.

"The fur could have happened before or after the blood was here." He parries.

Kyra shrugs, her smooth locks falling over her shoulder and swinging toward her face as she looks carefully at what's in her hand.

"I suppose that could be true, too. But this blood smells like a deer.

"Then why is it pink?" He frowns and I grin. It feels nice to know a little more about this than others.

"It's from the lungs. It's more oxygenated and therefore looks more pink than red. Do you not hunt deer very often?"

Teiran looks at me with a blank stare, "We don't hunt our deer the same way you do."

"Right," I mumble, remembering he is a big ass dragon under that human skin. He probably doesn't have to chase and tackle, but does more swooping and swallowing.

"Are you sure it is a deer?" He asks, as Kyra stands and walks further from us.

We follow her, watching as she processes everything in her head, her eyes focused and her mind unable to hear anything we are saying now. Until she stops and places her hands on her hips.

"I am positive." She says, looking back at us and then nodding forward to where a dead deer hangs, partially butchered.

"Ezrah?" I ask, moving closer, looking at the jagged cuts closer.

"Most likely," Kyra says.

Teiran says, moving closer and proceeding to process the rest

head, her eyes scanning the different ways Ezrah could have potentially gone. She moves forward, passing the deer and stepping into

shadow forever attached to her but always beneath her, but it feels somehow invasive to see her like this, in a way I

Tyler knew, the version he helped to shape, and that she loves so much. It feels wrong to admire her for it and yet...her

then come back for me." Teiran says from behind me. "There is enough meat here that we can turn

you sure?" I ask him

own for a long time." He

it looks to me like you

how it is cut." He

scent left behind. I follow it, weaving through trees until I see her. Her fingers touch various trees before

she does, the quick movement under the trees on the opposite side. My eyes stuck on the thing as it darts around, before stopping and standing

up her lower back to alert her to my presence.

for there

Ezrah." She tells me, her head tilting to

it's not."

A

cocky smile from me as I chuckle

certainly not when it is someone of your kind." I tell

fae. She steps forward, her blond hair reflecting the sun with flowers strung throughout it. Her cheeks are red with fury as she clenches

do such a thing." She hisses. "That bastard did it, so I scared him

asks, taking a step closer. "Can you tell me which way he

together. I can see the trees as they move, almost quivering with her in her growing

my hands up. "He is our enemy and the reason the war

She blinks. "What

lycans..." Kyra says, confused, as she slides a weird look

that why there

Which will slow us down and likely mean injuries in some way for all of us. "Well, in the past year, I have. And just in the last three days I saw a huge group and then a

did the man who killed the deer go?" Kyra asks,

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