The Claiming By Cooper

The Claiming by Cooper (Jara & Mason)

Chapter 66

Jara

When I ran from Typhon, his Beta and Mason, I didn’t have a plan in mind of where I was going. It took me too long to get myself together and by then, I was close to the lake.

Subconsciously, I came to the place that had kept me safe yesterday.

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I slide into the water, making sure that the males across the lake don’t see me then find my way under the waterfall again. I walk with my back against the rock face until I find a spot that I can move back just enough to stay hidden but breathe more easily.

My heart is racing. I was so close to being bound to a monster, or worse, two monsters. I need to get myself together. I need to calm down and get a plan. I can’t let someone like that claim me. I have to be smarter.

Even though the water is rushing around me, I’m close enough to hear him when

I’m

my mate. It will make our

in the trees again tonight. I’ m close to the place I slept in last night, so I’ll go back there. At this rate,

waterfall, my face barely above water. I look around and see only a couple of men far across the lake. Even if they see me, they won’t be able to get to me in

and find the shirt Mason left for me. I look back at the men on the other side of the lake before slowly crawling to the shirt. When I grab it, it’s warm and dry from being in the sun. I quickly put it on and

to the limb I slept on. I’m more dry tonight, but my hair is wet, and I don’t have as much clothing as I did before. I pull my knees up, pulling Mason’s shirt over them trying to

smells like him. There are hints of Typhon’s Beta’s blood underneath that, but mostly, it’s Mason’s scent that’s on this shirt. It lulls me to sleep. Throughout the night, I’m woken by the sounds of howls, snarling,

days and I’ve already almost been caught

my only place of solace and from here, 1 can at least see what’s going on near me. I

eaten in two days. My stomach is beginning to protest.

just finished thinking that, when I hear light footsteps

voice. I

spot. Each time the morning’s gentle breeze blows past him, he lifts his head, sniffing the air trying