GAHRYE
The mountains that loomed over the WildWood were limned in light gray, as if they glowed, when he finally found her. He'd been tracking Elia's beast for hours, catching sight, but never able to reach her. An hour earlier he'd found a spot where she'd successfully hunted a small deer, apparently prowling to catch it in its bed. She'd dragged it for more than a mile before she'd finally settled down to eat.
When he finally caught up to her, she hunched over the carcass, still eating, and growled at him, turning to position the carcass between herself and him, so she could watch him while she ate.
He'd assumed she'd eaten Shaw and wouldn't be hungry. Perhaps he'd been wrong.
"Oh, Elia," he said quietly crouching at the edge of the trees a few feet from her kill, keeping his head down so he'd be seen as no challenge by the Beast. "Did you stop her eating that little asshole?"
