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Well\u2026 maybe I am getting a little hungry. He stretched his wings, preparing to take flight. You might be right. In an instant, Asher bounded off into the woods, vanishing into the underbrush in search of prey. The quietness that followed his departure felt strangely serene. “Hopefully, he catches something big enough to fill that bottomless pit of his,” Ny Keena mused, watching the trees rustle in Asher\u2019s wake. Roth, riding in easy silence beside her, grunted softly. “That hatchling may be young, but don\u2019t underestimate him. He\u2019s the most dangerous thing in these mountains right now.<\/p>\n

It’s the local wildlife that should be worried.” Ny Keena smiled, though her thoughts strayed after Asher, her bond with him humming faintly in her mind. “He\u2019s still just a baby.” “A baby,” Roth said with a wry smile, “with teeth sharper than your daggers and the instincts of a predator. Think of him like a chick. A hen shows the chicks where to forage, but eventually, they fend for themselves.”<\/p>\n

Roth says you\u2019re a chick, Ny Keena relayed through their bond, amused. And apparently, I\u2019m the hen. What\u2019s a chick? Asher\u2019s confusion fluttered through their connection. Ny Keena\u2019s lips twitched. A type of bird. I\u2019ll show you one next time we see one. Can you eat them?<\/p>\n

Ny Keena stifled a laugh. You can, but humans tend to keep them around for their eggs. Do humans eat eggs? Asher\u2019s response was filled with disdain. How barbaric. Good luck with your hunt, Ny Keena sent with fond amusement, feeling him already losing interest in the conversation as the call of his hunger pulled him deeper into the wild.<\/p>\n

There are plenty of fat ground birds here. Easy pickings, Asher replied before his presence retreated from her mind, leaving Ny Keena feeling oddly hollow in his absence. The quiet stretched between them as they rode deeper into the thickening forest. The sun was warm, the air soft with the scent of pine and earth.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 H. M. Clarke 2025 All rights reserved; no part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the copyright owner. First published in The United States of America in 2025 HMC Press, Dayton, Ohio. Cover design \u2013 by Deranged Doctor Design The moral rights of the author have been asserted OceanofPDF.com As always, this book is dedicated to my two beautiful children, Keith and Ariadne.<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com Contents 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11. Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Chapter 15 16. Chapter 16 17. Chapter 17 18. Chapter 18 19.<\/p>\n

Chapter 19 20. Chapter 20 21. Chapter 21 22. Chapter 22 23. Chapter 23 24. Chapter 24 25. Chapter 25 26. Chapter 26 27. Chapter 27 28. Chapter 28 29. Chapter 29 30. Chapter 30 31. Chapter 31 32. Chapter 32 33. Chapter 33 34. Chapter 34 35. Chapter 35 36.<\/p>\n

Chapter 36 37. Chapter 37 38. Chapter 38 39. Chapter 39 Also by H.M. Clarke About the Author OceanofPDF.com T Chapter One HE MAN WAS DEAD. Ny Keena didn\u2019t need to move closer to confirm it. She could feel the truth of it in the stillness that clung to his form, the pale pallor of his skin beneath the sunlight.<\/p>\n

There was no smell yet. He hadn\u2019t been there long. Her eyes swept the beach, seeking, but the only movement was the sea birds gliding in lazy circles above the golden sandstone cliffs. The bluffs loomed like ancient, jagged teeth, clenched in some eternal grimace, but there were no signs of life beyond the birds. Not even the scavengers had found him yet. No, he hadn\u2019t been dead long. He lay on the glittering sands, half-cradled by the sea as if the ocean had rejected him, cast him back onto the shore like some unwanted, broken relic.<\/p>\n

The briny scent of salt and seaweed filled her lungs, sharp and familiar. Ny Keena stood still, staring down at the body, the sea\u2019s ceaseless murmur the only sound in the world. Then she turned her gaze to the water\u2019s edge, where frothy balls of sea foam tumbled from the grip of the waves, propelled by the wind.<\/p>\n

They danced across the sands, heedless of the lifeless form lying there. She could walk away. The thought came as a whisper, as light and fleeting as the sea breeze tugging at her hair.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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