She had no idea if Hunter would still be coming, after what had happened yesterday, but she hoped so. Riley smiled. She could smell him on the air. Excitement tickled her belly. He was usually waiting for her by the tree, hanging out until she emerged from the house, but today he hadn’t been there. His scent had been close though, and she’d started to follow. Knowing that he wanted her to learn the art of tracking, hoping that he hadn’t been and then decided to leave before seeing her. But now she was starting to wonder if he was just teasing her, because she was following what now appeared to her like a trail of breadcrumbs. Only she could feel where he was, what direction he’d taken, by using her other senses. Riley stopped. Her lip curled back. She had him. Instead of pouncing and revealing him, she lay down and stretched out her legs. She knew it was Hunter. His scent was like a drug to an addict, the scent of recently culled flesh to a starving carnivore. Riley decided to put on a show for him.
