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I opened one eye, then the other, remaining upon the sleeping furs for a moment longer. Another day without him. I let out a quiet breath before turning my attention to the soft mewling sound coming from nearby. A faint, wispy smile touched my lips as I heard the little cub, and whatever thoughts had been occupying my mind were momentarily set aside. I had much to do today. I rose with astonishi…
The little panther cub slept beneath the shelter of tangled roots while I moved farther into the forest, searching for the things I needed to keep it alive. I had been following the faint trail of a berry-laden shrub when something entirely wrong touched the air. The smoke was the first thing I noticed. It rose above the trees in great, dark billows, too thick and too steady to be from some care…
I woke slowly, reluctant to leave the warmth of the furs, though there was little reason to linger. The cave was quiet, save for the familiar crackling of the dying fire, and for a moment I lay still, staring into the dimness. My eyes drifted toward the place where Scar had once slept, and the familiar ache settled into my chest. Two mornings now I had awakened without him, and somehow the em…
When I returned from the hunt, the forest seemed strangely quiet. The blood of the pantheress was still beneath my nails, her pelt secured with the rest of my kill, but there was no fire burning in the cave and no familiar figure waiting beside it. I stopped at the mouth of the cave, studying the ground before me, already knowing what I would find before I stepped inside. Scar was gone. His thing…
I knew I was being watched long before I saw her. The forest had gone strangely quiet, the birds no longer calling from the branches above me, and even the small creatures that usually betrayed my passing had vanished into silence. My hand tightened around the shaft of my spear as I slowly turned, searching the shadows between the trees. Then I saw her eyes, catching what little light remained be…
Seeing the wrapped food on my pack, I knew, even in Scar’s absence, that he intended me to hunt. No command had been spoken, nor was one necessary. I knew him well enough by now to understand the meaning of what he had left for me. Yet this would be a very different hunt. Today, I would hunt as a slave rather than as a Free Woman of the Panther Girls. What troubled me was how little authority I w…