Inhaling deeply, that sweet, unforgiving scent wraps around my throat like a noose or a leash.
Fucking raspberries and heated wildflowers, kissed by the sunlight.
Since when had scents become something poetic?
Since I met her.
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I've never been hunting.
Shock.
For some reason, I didn't expect to like it. I'd grown up like a human, isolated from the Weres. Yet, I was more than excited, like a child going on an adventure.
Was it because we were outside the palace?
Or was it because I was going to learn something I wasn't allowed to all these years? Shooting a crossbow might not be considered skilful, but it was better than nothing.
