Alpha's Hunt - Chapter 16
23-07-25 (04:40)
16. Ape tendencies
"Hey, person I'm not in a team with?"
"What?"
"When the bloody hell will we stop?"
Luke looks over his shoulder, a bored expression on his
face. Then he looks up, at the setting sun.
You'd think it would be romantic being in a forest with
exotic birds and beautiful sunsets.
Yeah... No. Not when you haven't eaten since morning
and not when your 'partner' is a total asshole.
"Perhaps we're done for the day," he says, almost
grudgingly
With a sigh, I drop my bag on the ground. My stomach
rumbles for the billionth time today. At least I'm not
thinking of eating Luke, due to courtesy of Korra. Her
spell locked out a lot of things, including my werewolf
appetite.
I glance at him from the corner of my eye. Is he really
going to ignore me? For how long? Should I apologise
again?
No! I apologized once, twice actually! I'm not going to
shatter my ego for his!
I nod at my inner voice but once again, my stomach
reminds me that I need food.
Think Elise, think! What can you possibly do?
I look around place we'd stopped and then an idea
lights up in my head. I could climb a tree and see if
there's any fruit trees around.
My mind made, I start my climb on a tree, my ape
tendencies in full swing. Luke finally decides to
acknowledge my existence.
"What are you doing?"
"Climbing."
"For what reason?"
I look back and give him a foul look "I thought I should
just hang myself. Who knows, afterlife might not be so
bad."
With a nod, Luke opens a bag and pulls out a coil of
rope. He tosses it at me and I clumsily catch it.
"You're going to need that," he says and goes back his
inspection of the map
No, Elise. You can't kill him. He's your only hope of
survival.
I balance the rope on a branch and stand on one
myself. Through the thick veil of leaves and boughs, I
look around the neighborhood, searching for the
supreme form of life; food.
Trees. Rocks. Dirt. More trees. Moving plants. More
rocks─
Wait, what?
My gaze snaps back to the moving patch of brown and
green. Breath hitches in my throat.
Just under me, I see metal first. The long metallic
muzzle of a gun pointed straight at my asshole of a
partner. The holder has brown hair and wearing a dark
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