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At First Blood
Coit I’ve hunted lots of times either with my pack or alone. As a wolf shifter, it’s in my blood to do so. The selection of prey in Moon Grove is limited to small and mid-size prey. The largest thing I’ve hunted with my pack is a wild boar which is a rare occasion considering how tricky they can be to tussle with. On my own, I’ve mostly hunted rabbits and squirrels. ‘What are we hunting? I ask through the mind-link. ‘Deer,’ Lydia answers. Gerald and the other men stop, and I almost bump into Scott. I turn to Lydia in confusion, and she nods toward her grandfather. ‘It’s a stag,’ Gerald hisses before breaking into a run. We follow him with no hesitation. Despite never visiting this particular forest before, I’m familiar with this kind of terrain, and I jump over tree roots and duck un
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