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This is an unedited excerpt from Soul Mates: Deceptions. Enjoy! * * * I could still feel him close by, like there was an invisible cord binding us together. I followed along that cord, just as we'd done in practice sessions, and the scent of dirt suddenly became so strong that I reached up to wipe at my face. Damp, pungent earth; the scent alone made me want to be run my hands through it, crumbling it between my fingers. Something sharp and acrid invaded the clean scent and Xander paused, listening to the sounds of the woods around him: the rustling of leaves; small twigs cracking as vermin scurried about. Something piqued his attention and he scented the air. Before I knew it, he was moving again, steps quick, but careful. He followed the trail and I could feel the anticipation swell with each step. I could almost feel his heart beat pounding in my own chest. Xander stopped suddenly and through his eyes, I saw another werewolf a few feet away. Xander snarled and growled, staring the other werewolf down. In a matter of moments, the other werewolf retreated and left Xander to follow his prey. Xander picked up his pace and before long, an elk cow came into view. Things were different through Xander's eyes in the dark, sharper, more complex, but the colors were never what I thought they should be. Xander managed to get about a hundred yards from her before she spotted him. As she fled, Xander roared in what I knew as excitement and followed. The anticipation built and I found myself breathing with him as he ran. A sense of joy like I'd never felt before welled up inside me and I cried out, falling to my knees. Xander and I were still linked together and as he neared the cow, I began to shake. The cow ended up in a clump of trees that blocked her path and as she struggled to get to freedom, Xander lunged for her. He caught her from the side and as they hit the ground, he sank his teeth into her neck, claws into her chest and belly. She fought furiously to get away from him; the more she struggled, the more excited Xander became. The feelings that shot through me were indescribable. Back bowed, face turned toward the sky, I let out a loud cry—a cry of freedom and total and complete bliss. When Xander's teeth tore into her neck and the blood began to flow, I finally let out a sigh of relief. It was like sex: the anticipation building and building until finally, that release comes and everything else just fades away. I licked at my lips, tasting blood. It was warm and fresh and I swallowed instinctively. When he ripped at the cows flesh, however, I had to resist the urge to vomit. Blood I could handle—meat was a different story.
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