Chapter 78

Kyle watched from the crest of a small hill, his head barely clearing the tall grass. A little more than a hundred meters away, the Coral Stag moved with a grace that felt predatory despite its herbivorous form. It wasn't alone. Three Whiteheart Does trailed behind it, their movements synchronized and alert, eyes scanning the perimeter of the pond. The blood-soaked grass and the scattered remains of the deer Kyle had harvested earlier acted as a grim centerpiece. Usually, Kyle would have taken...