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KATE
Run.
Hearing my brother’s plea, my eyes snap open.
I gasp for breath as my back springs off my bed. It’s dark, in the
middle of the night, but the glow of the waxing gibbous moon shining
through the opened window makes it easy for me to search every square
inch of my bedroom.
Trez isn’t here.
My chest sinks, and the ache behind my breast plate rapidly returns as I
relive the memorial service we had for him two days ago. An unbearable
sob threatens to rip from my throat, but I swallow the lump, knowing I have
nothing left inside to give.
His ashes are still sitting in the middle of my father’s dining room table
a mile away. I wanted the urn, but Dick denied my request, saying the
alpha’s son deserved to be honored by being on display; not stashed away in
the small, two-bedroom cabin Trez and I have shared since moving out of
Dick’s house two years ago.
My brother wouldn’t have wanted to be Father’s centerpiece, nor
appreciated his remains being used as a trophy to gawk at during each meal.
My stomach rolls, the whiskey I’ve drunk over the past three days
needing to purge. It’s not like I can get drunk. Believe me, I tried. My
shifter blood has burned through the good effects, leaving liquid sloshing
around and making me nauseous.
The best I got was a strong buzz kicking, and that’s only because I
guzzled one hundred and twenty proof straight from the bottle.
I wouldn’t have hidden my brother’s ashes. I would have scattered them
along the Oregon coastline, though I could never tell my father that plan.
He would slaughter me himself if he discovered we’ve ventured south,
across the Canadian border.
Three days.
Three agonizing days since I learned a hunter near the Canadian border
had shot my brother in his wolf shifter form with a longbow. Why he was so
close to Washington State is a mystery to me. We’ve only ever trekked that
way together.
What’s even more mysterious is it happened at the hands of a human.
Wolf shifters have incredibly keen hearing. My brother would’ve been able
to hear the hunter nocking the bow. We also have a large range of smell.
Trez would have known how many people were within a half-mile radius.
It makes little sense that he wouldn’t have picked up on a hunter within
three hundred feet or fewer from him. The theory of the hunter being
cloaked in deer piss to camouflage their scent? That’s a dead giveaway to a
shifter. The amount hunters spray on themselves is overpowering to our
senses and reeks, not to mention Trez would’ve had to have been hit with a
silver arrow.
Most humans don’t know shifters exist and live among them, but there
is a small population of monster hunters who think we’re an abomination.
Dick didn’t claim they were responsible, so why would a regular hunter use
a silver arrow?
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