A First Page Sneak Peek at The Scorched Hunter
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The Scorched Hunter
Chapter 1
The mountain’s narrow path always felt like a balancing act. Cole pressed himself close to the mountain side, his mass leaving a foot from the path’s edge. It slowed their progress, but Anna would rather her friend use caution. The day had been long. Longer for Anna after the time it took to drag her kill through a mile of undergrowth. She groaned, lifting her arms, the reins loose in her hands. Her muscles felt like jelly after heaving the deer onto the storm bison’s back. It hung end to end over his thickly muscled shoulders and dark silver hump.
Grass hissed across Cole’s hooves once they reached the mountain’s bottom. There was a sudden slowing once the ground leveled off. Anna leaned past her kill, to find her friend panting. Her lips curled into a frown. Cole let out a low groan, his nostrils manifesting sprits of rain and thinning clouds.
“Come on, old friend,” she said, rubbing his side. “You’re too brave and swift to stop now.”
She urged Cole to the trail they used before. His pace increased, and his clouds thickened from her encouragement. Lightning clapped in the distance, jarring her from her bent position before she could draw in the scent of wet grass. Rain drops from Cole’s clouds tapped the ground as the lightning faded from sound. The heat from the waning sunlight pressed against Anna’s cheeks. Her hometown of Williamton was a good distance away, hidden by the forest.
Trees not yet ready for winter clung to their leaves, giving some shade. Scurrying rabbits broke the near quiet, wind shifted the branches. A light, almost relaxed feeling resonated when she’d return from a hunt. One akin to rolling in snow. Anna wished she could bring the wood’s sounds home.
Anna smiled, running her fingers over the thick winter fur of her kill. She hoped if the servants cooked it well, her lord grandfather may join her on a hunt. She licked her lips, already tasting the tenderness of deer meat. She pictured her grandfather upon his esant, in riding cloak, flying low with the wind. His words would be about the present and not about what troubled Lampara. Sharing time with him in the woods mattered more to her than who governed. No lecture on a prime’s ten-year governance or them proving worthy of being in charge for so long.
The main path was in sight, all the snow of last night gone, leaving behind damp smells and darkened leaves. She was still at a good distance from Williamton. The town had renamed itself to honor her grandfather after he saved her from the dragon. I had wanted it for more than just a mount. Anna grimaced and then reflected on Cole’s silver hooked horns. Storm bison held near boundless energy in their youth, but when she purchased Cole, he already had been ancient in her eyes. A smile crossed her lips. A dragon wasn’t kind like a storm bison anyway. Dropping her hand to Cole’s reins, she gripped them fiercely then snapped them. They made it to a good speed as the wind bathed her cheeks and carried Cole’s clouds into the—Flames tore through Williamton’s rooftops. Anna yanked at Cole’s reins, dirt churning, slowing them until they came to a stop. Fear gripped her throat to see the towering smoke grow thicker and higher with each second.
