The Claiming By Cooper

The Claiming by Cooper (Jara & Mason)

Chapter 72

Jara

After leaving Elijah, I skirted around the territory, staying in the trees. I have food now, thanks to Elijah and based on what he told me, things are going to get increasingly worse in these last few days.

As I’m skirting the edge of the territory in the trees, I find another cliff. This one has a small watering hole in it. It’s probably meant to be drinking water, which I need, but I also need to wash this blood off of me.

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I’m careful this time, checking all sides of the cliff before leaping from my tree to the top. I turn and immediately crouch to see what is going on below me. From here, I have a better view of the chaos on the forest floor. Every where I look, there are wolves fighting, running, hiding. It’s terrible. There are very few that are still in groups now, they all seem to be on their own.

water before using it to clean my hand and ami. I look down at Mason’s shirt and realize that once again, it is also covered in blood. I check my surroundings once more before pulling it off and scrubbing the blood off in

is still shining down, keeping me warm in my nakedness. I lay the shirt down on a rock, letting the heat and sun dry it before I have to leave. I wish I could spend the night

must be because of the claiming haze, in our wolf form, our senses are heightened even more than normal. It would make sense why Elijah said my scent would be addictive. In this form, my scent would be very

I can. But knowing that my claimants would have to get out of the haze long enough to realize they need to shift to catch me just confirms that

no longer hitting the top of this cliff, I grab the shirt, and pull it over my head. I take one more look around. I’ll try to come back here if it’s safe. I like it up here, especially since there is water. I take a couple more gulps, using

Mason’s scent. He was here looking for me. When I leap into one of the trees I use to climb down, I realize that he was not only looking for me, he climbed my tree to get to me. I sniff the air again, making sure that he is gone before I

to the tree where I slept last night, I see the meat. He left me food. I can’t

tie a knot into the shirt and put the strips of meat inside before I begin making my way to find another tree to sleep

when I hear the howl of the hunt. I’ve been hearing them for days now,

actually hunting me. The only choice I have is

If I fall, I’ll be injured and unable to protect myself. But if I don’t, every remaining wolf in the territory will

thankfully, I can see in the dark, as can all wolves. Mason’s shirt which was once white,