(Sorry it's such a short chapter, but I'll have more chapters published today!)
Sierra can hear heart beat, pounding like a drum into her mind. She can feel the rush of her blood, coursing like a river to her heart. She can see the ocean of people, the chorus of noise that surrounds the forest border. She can hear the low bellow of the conch horn, the sudden rush on movement. She can feel the excitement in her blood.
The girl rushes forward, sailing across the forest floor, feet bouncing off the ground. Her eyes sharpen in the night, daring prey to cross her path. She is one of the pack, one of the predators. And it is time to hunt.
She leads a group of teenage naturalists on their merry crusade. A few of the war gifted have strayed from their own group, lured by the promise of game. They run like wolves in a morbid ballet, killing with grace.
Arrows fly, multicolored feathers trailing behind them. The sharp smell of blood fills the air, mixing with the chorus of cheering voices. Packs cross paths, the only acknowledgement of kinship a slight nod. This is not a game. This is not a ritual. This is the hunt.
Sierra's heart pounds, like a steady drum, the coursing path of a river. And, for once, her mind drifts from Orianna. Her vision sharpens, closing in on her prey. This is what she was made for. She is the predator.
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