Eli
The rabbit Ronan brought is a memory and I need food.
Omegas weren’t taught to hunt where I grew up, but we had to forage. Not something easily accomplished in winter, but not impossible.
Misery surrounds me like a cloak as I trudge through the snow. And not just because I’m cold and hungry.
The wind shifts around mid-morning, carrying rot and blood and something sharp I can’t name. Not Ronan’s scent. This is thinner, ranker. Wrong. It catches in my throat like smoke.
I go still. I’m outside the protection of the cabin. They’ll be able to smell me too.
I press my back to the bark of a huge tree, heart hammering. I haven’t eaten since the rabbit. I’m running low on everything. Strength, time and luck.
I move anyway, because staying put is not an option.
Low to the ground, caref
