Chapter 5
SolenneBoxon Hill
The Woods
Repetition. Repetition. Repetition.
Four days until the full moon.
Solenne drew the bow and waited. A twig cracked. She spun and released. The arrow planted itself into the tree, and the rabbit hopped away.
She had not made superhuman strides in the last few days, but forcing her body to remember what it once knew through stubborn determination helped. Muscle memory unlocked. Skulking through the forest, forced to act fast, also helped. If she thought too much, she favored her wrist and her stance went wrong and she used the wrong set of muscles entirely. Hunting rabbits forced her to move on instinct before she got too in her head. Her aim had improved, even if she still hadn’t hit a rabbit.
Sunlight filtered through the forest’s canopy, creati
