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.

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

but on this cliff, it 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 here but it’s not safe. Having seen how easily Typhon’s Beta

anymore. It 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

the trees for as long as 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 decision. Because, even if I’m marked by a wolf, the claimant wouldn’t be eligible to claim me if he marks me while I’m in human form. Rule

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.

into one of the trees I use to climb down, I realize that he was not only looking for me, he climbed my

where I slept last night, I see the meat. He left me food. I can’t help but smile.

tie a knot into the shirt and put the strips of meat inside before

of stopping and settling in for the night when I hear the howl of the hunt. I’ve been hearing them

is actually hunting me. The only choice I have is to

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

but thankfully, I can see in the dark, as can all wolves. Mason’s shirt which was once white, is now so stained with blood that it at least doesn’t act as a beacon in