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.

of my favorite scent, a cool winter breeze. Even though the water is rushing around me, I’m close enough to hear him when he speaks to me, so I

me. I’m tempted to jump out and just let him claim me. But

to be my mate. It

I wait another hour. When the water starts to feel cool and my fingers are wrinkled from being in the water too long, I slowly make my way back out. I’m going to sleep in the trees again tonight. I’

lake. Even if they see me, they won’t be able to get to me in time. The bigger concern is if the raise the howl of the hunt. Anyone close to me on this side might find

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 one I climbed last night and then leap across the branches until I get to the limb I slept on. I’m more dry tonight, but my hair is wet, and I don’t have as much clothing

bury my face in it. It 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

I’ve already

It’s been my only place of solace and from here, 1 can at least see what’s going on near me. I know these particular trees fairly well and can move through them

I haven’t eaten in two days. My stomach is beginning to protest. Loudly. Even if my hiding spot is good, the sounds of my stomach will

thinking that, when I hear light footsteps

that voice. I lean over my limb

hiding spot. Each time the morning’s gentle breeze blows past