Ravensblood Forest dead man's chest

the chase thrummed in her veins like a well-loved shanty, the rhythm of the hunt a melody she knew by heart.

meredith ran with the pack, wind-whipped and wild, eyes flashing as the herd burst forth in their mad scramble for survival. she saw no hesitation in nox—only the fluid, predatory grace of a captain who knew the tides of battle as well as the sea.

the doe faltered, dragged by the combined weight of her pursuers. hex clamped down on her shoulder, firefly worrying at her flanks, and meredith, bringing up the rear, saw her opportunity.

her bite was practiced, merciless, cutting off the creature’s panicked cry before it could fully form. it was at her leg she bit true. a beat later, the weight of her quarry slackened, and meredith felt the thrill of the kill settle in her bones.

breath heavy, blood speckling her muzzle, she turned toward nox with a wicked grin. you gonna share the spoils, or do i have to fight you for ‘em?