The Claiming By Cooper

The Claiming by Cooper (Jara & Mason)

Chapter 75

Mason

I don’t know if it’s because she’s a female and this is a claiming or if it’s because she’ s my mate, but Jara talking to me helps alleviate the haze. I feel better, more in control of my wolf I feel reason return and I’m not just going on straight instinct to kill and claim.

I still refuse to let her out of my sight but instead of just killing because other wolves get too close to her, I give them a warning. I only have to kill one. I’m not sure, but I think it’s another one of Typhon’s pack members. He’s down to three, at the most.

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I watch as she skips through the trees as if she’s a squirrel shifter, not a wolf shifter. When she gets to the cliff, I start feeling the haze getting stronger again. I can’t see her, I don’t know if she’s safe.

I begin pacing back and forth, looking up trying to find her, waiting for her to return to the safety of the trees. When she doesn’t, I begin looking around the cliff face, trying to find a way up. I need to see her. I need to know she’s safe. And if I can capture her on the cliff, she’s mine.

Typhon. He saw Jara leap to the cliff and he’s after her.

begin scrabbling up the side of the cliff. My claws slip, the rocks cutting into my paws. One of my claws gets caught and rips out, but I don’t care. I am

still slipping and sliding my way up the cliff face, I hear him talking to her. He has somehow managed to shift into his human form. I try to

for already being n*ake*d. Up here, I don’t see a problem with us completing the bond.

try to touch me, Typhon.” My mate spits

Don’t be like that. You know that I’ve caught you, fair and square. I need a mate. I need an heir. And you are just the woman to give me

just before I reach the top. When my head breaches the surface of the cliff, I see that Typhon has Jara on the ground. He’s bleeding where she clawed him across the face and neck, but he’s still

him off of her. I grab him by the back of his neck, yanking him off. As he goes flying, he shifts into his wolf form. He skids to a stop at the edge of the cliff, his claws digging into

move to stand in front of Jara, protecting her, willing to

tumbling in a ball of teeth and claws, snapping and snarling. We are both intent

pain he must be feeling in his leg. I move, reaching to

takes me to get back up, he’s racing toward Jara, who is sitting stunned watching us. I have a moment to realize that she’s been scratched and

mate. And he’s still trying to claim her. As Typhon approaches her, Jara stands,