Chapter Seventy-five: Selene
. . . . . . (late July) Rhys was allowed to take over as soon as his host realized I had full control, and my mate and I bounded happily across the still warm sands of the desert. We kicked up a hare hiding in the scrub and chased it lazily. He made a point of letting me eat first after we caught it, even though it wasn't much more than a bite for each of us. I tore open it's belly and nosed through the offal, eating the liver and heart, enjoying the feeling of them sliding warmly down my throat. Rhys pawed the remaining offal out of the hare and ate the gutted carcass, crunching happily through the tiny bones. /:Won't Aiden have to pass those?:/ /:His fault for letting Rhys eat it whole.:/ Sinah and I shared a softly huffed laugh. A long, low howl floated to us, carried on the breeze
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