Enchanted Hunt (Midnight Hunters Book 8) by L.L. Raand

Author:L.L. Raand [Raand, L.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2020-09-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Trent.

The command shot through Trent like a touch, setting her afire. The call came from the forest, clear and sharp and undeniable. Before reason could prevail and she could remind herself of the pledge she’d just made to Jace, the order she had vowed to obey, Trent pelted and dropped to all fours. Racing toward the far reaches of the sanctuary, she avoided the gates where Snowcrest sentries might question her as well as the training grounds where Jace might compel her to stop. Propelled by the urgency of her wolf to claim the one she deemed hers, and the wild rush of anticipation seething in her loins, she vaulted the fence in one long leap. Landing with her limbs already in motion, she tore through the underbrush, heedless of obstacles, forging her own path, unerringly drawn to the echoes of Zora’s command pulsing in her veins.

She ran for close to a mile, deeper and deeper into unmarked, old-growth forest, until she suddenly broke through dense brambles beneath thickly grouped towering evergreens into a clearing the width of a small pond carved out of the mountainside. Meadow grass, topped with golden chaff and small white and purple flowers, carpeted the ground around the water. A rocky overhang curved around the bowl of green, and a rushing stream pockmarked with boulders bordered the downhill side. Another time she might have stalked the tall grass for a hare to startle into running in order to give chase, or stretched out by the cold, clear water for a drink, but not today. Today all her attention was riveted to the wolf who’d already staked claim to the clearing.

Zora, muzzle resting on her forepaws, eyes alert and upright ears flickering, rested on one of the huge fingers of rock extending from the piney ridge overhead down to the water’s edge.

Gaze fixed on Zora, Trent settled back onto her haunches and waited.

Zora had called her. Trent would not move first.

Zora’s wolf chuffed, stretched, and in the time it took Trent to draw another breath, Zora shed pelt. She sat looking down at Trent, brilliant and beautiful in her nakedness.

Trent’s heart pounded as she pushed past her wolf to shed pelt and stand on two legs. Cocking her head, she grinned up at Zora. “You called?”

“You’ll find a niche under the rocks over there,” Zora called, reaching behind her and coming out with a pair of plain black cotton pants. She stood and pulled on the pants. “You can dress.”

“Your private cache?” Trent called as she reached into the shadows and pulled out a waterproof nylon go bag. Inside were several pairs of T-shirts and pants and two pairs of short leather boots. She left the boots. She’d return to Cresthome the way she’d come, in pelt. Taking her time, she crossed the clearing and stopped beneath Zora’s perch, the clothes in her hand. Zora was watching her, and the intent way her gaze moved over Trent’s skin fanned the simmering coals deep in Trent’s belly.

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