The Claiming By Cooper

The Claiming by Cooper (Jara & Mason)

Chapter 73

Mason

Where is she? Where is she?

I walk back to the trees where I can smell her scent, then to the trees past it where it disappears.

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Where is she? Where is she?

Back and forth, back and forth.

She’s got to be somewhere. But her scent ends here.

Back and forth, back and forth.

I look up into the tree for the hundredth time. I can’t see her. Even if it was daylight, I couldn’t see her. How can I find her if there is no sound, no scent?

Where is my mate? Where is she?

When I collapse, exhausted, I lay under the tree. The last one where I can find her scent. Maybe tomorrow, I can find it again. If not, I’ll have to go searching for it somewhere else.

me? She can’t. She must be nearby. I’ll stay here. Guard her, guard what’s

close my eyes, only for them to fly open m what feels like moments. I stand,

growl low in my chest. No one is taking what

the ground, lifting my nose into the air, sniffing again.

turn, trying to capture the scent, trying to find that delicious smell. My mouth waters at it. All I want to do is sink my canines into her neck, making

This is a hunt, and I am a stealthy predator. I will hunt my mate. I will run her down if I have to, but I just need to

face, I catch her scent. I turn, focusing my attention on the leaf, sniffing hard.

high as they will go. There, very faint, is her scent. I have her caught in

jumping as high as I can, growling in frustration when the tree limbs are too low for me to catch. I still can’t see her, but when I jump, I can just

in my frustration, clawing at the

sense more than hear another wolf stalking

don’t hesitate. I leap and bite down on his neck as I catch him by surprise. I shake my head, violently

begin scratching my underside, slicing into my ribs, but I refuse

of fur and flesh, leaving a gaping wound on the wolfs back. I leap back and we begin circling each other trying to find an opening. When I find it, I dive in, biting on the front leg. I feel teeth bite down on my back, tearing my skin and sinking into my flesh. I

of my back. I take the opportunity to grab hold of the side of his neck, my bottom teeth puncturing

and I bite down harder, knowing that I have him in a death hold. I just have to wait him out. He continues snapping at me until he becomes too weak. When he collapses

lift my bloody muzzle to the air, howling my dominance over this competitor who thought he could take

to make sure that he won’t get back up before turning back to the tree. I j ump up and realize that my mate’s scent is now

was fighting to

Elijah POV

an eye on Mason, making sure that he didn’t get injured. I was hoping that I would be immune to the claiming haze, but once he