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The second day of the hunt went about the same as the first. Caspian ran through the forest with a wild abandon, his wolf form propelling him forward. The world around him was a blur of greens and browns, but he knew this place well. It was his home, and he felt his connection to the earth and the forest deep within his soul. The wind rushed past him, and he felt his fur ripple and flutter in the breeze.
He didn’t want to think about the palace tonight, or the attack which was surely targeted at him. He didn’t want to think about the fact that he left Diana after an argument. Why couldn’t they just have a decent conversation without ending up in a fight?
Was she jealous about Celia? That definitely seemed like the reasonable guess. Caspian couldn’t believe that she would feel threaten
