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I briefly considered mutiny。
But； with a sigh； I whirled and skipped lightly to his side； some hundred yards back。 I looked at him
expectantly。 He was smiling； with one eyebrow raised。 He was so beautiful that I could only stare。
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〃Did you want to stay in the country？〃 he asked； amused。 〃Or were you planning to continue on to
Canada this afternoon？〃
〃This is fine；〃 I agreed； concentrating less on what he was saying and more on the mesmerizing way his
lips moved when he spoke。 It was hard not to bee sidetracked with everything fresh in my strong
new eyes。 〃What are we hunting？〃
〃Elk。 I thought something easy for your first time 。。。〃 He trailed off when my eyes narrowed at the word
easy。
But I wasn't going to argue； I was too thirsty。 As soon as I'd started to think about the dry burn in my
throat； it was all I could think about。 Definitely getting worse。 My mouth felt like four o'clock on a June
afternoon in Death Valley。
〃Where？〃 I asked； scanning the trees impatiently。 Now that I had given the thirst my attention； it seemed
to taint every other thought in my head； leaking into the more pleasant thoughts of running and Edward's
lips and kissing and。。。 scorching thirst。 I couldn't get away from it。
〃Hold still for a minute；〃 he said； putting his hands lightly on my shoulders。 The urgency of my thirst
receded momentarily at his touch。
〃Now close your eyes；〃 he murmured。 When I obeyed； he raised his hands to my face； stroking my
cheekbones。 I felt my breathing speed and waited briefly again for the blush that wouldn't e。
〃Listen；〃 Edward instructed。 〃What do you hear？〃
Everything；I could have said； his perfect voice； his breath； his lips brushing together as he spoke； the
whisper of birds preening their feathers in the treetops； their fluttering heartbeats； the maple leaves
scraping together； the faint clicking of ants following each other in a long line up the bark of the nearest
tree。 But I knew he meant something specific； so I let my ears range outward； seeking something different
than the small hum of life that surrounded me。 There was an open space near us—the wind had a
different sound across the exposed grass—and a small creek； with a rocky bed。 And there； near the
noise of the water； was the splash of lapping tongues； the loud thudding of heavy hearts； pumping thick
streams of blood___
It felt like the sides of my throat had sucked closed。
〃By the creek； to the northeast？〃 I asked； my eyes still shut。
〃Yes。〃 His tone was approving。 〃Now。。。 wait for the breeze again and。。。 what do you smell？〃
Mostly him—his strange honeylilacandsun perfume。 But also the rich； earthy smell of rot and moss；
the resin in the evergreens； the warm； almost nutty aroma of the small rodents cowering beneath the tree
roots。 And then； reaching out again； the clean smell of the water； which was surprisingly unappealing
despite my thirst。 I focused toward the water and found the scent that must have gone with the lapping
noise and the pounding heart。 Another warm smell； rich and tangy； stronger than the others。 And yet
nearly as unappealing as the brook。 I wrinkled my nose。
He chuckled。 〃I know—it takes some getting used to。〃
〃Three？〃 I guessed。
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〃Five。 There are two more in the trees behind them。〃
〃What do I do now？〃
His voice sounded like he was smiling。 〃What do you feel like doing？〃
I thought about that； my eyes still shut as I listened and breathed in the scent。 Another bout of baking
thirst intruded on my awareness； and suddenly the warm； tangy odor wasn't quite so objectionable。 At
least it would be something hot and wet in my desiccated mouth。 My eyes snapped open。
〃Don't think about it；〃 he suggested as he lifted his hands off my face and took a step back。 〃Just follow
your
instincts。〃
I let myself drift with the scent； barely aware of my movement as I ghosted down the incline to the
narrow meadow where the stream flowed。 My body shifted forward automatically into a low crouch as I
hesitated at the fernfringed edge of the trees。 I could see a big buck； two dozen antler points crowning
his head； at the stream's edge； and the shadowspotted shapes of the four others heading eastward into
forest at a leisurely pace。
I centered myself around the scent of the male； the hot spot in his shaggy neck where the warmth pulsed
strongest。 Only thirty yards—two or three bounds—between us。 i tensed myself for the first leap。
But as my muscles bunched in preparation； the wind shifted； blowing stronger now； and from the south。 I
didn't stop to think； hurtling out of the trees in a path perpendicular to my original plan； scaring the elk
into the forest； racing after a new fragrance so attractive that there wasn't a choice。 It was pulsory。
The scent ruled pletely。 I was singleminded as I traced it； aware only of the thirst and the smell that
promised to quench it。 The thirst got worse； so painful now that it confused all my other thoughts and
began to remind me of the burn of venom in my veins。
There was only one thing that had any chance of perating my focus now； an instinct more powerful；
more basic than the need to quench the fire—it was the instinct to protect myself from danger。
Selfpreservation。
I was suddenly alert to the fact that I was being followed。 The pull of the irresistible scent warred with
the impulse to turn and defend my hunt。 A bubble of sound built in my chest； my lips pulled back of their
own accord to expose my teeth in warning。 My feet slowed； the need to protect my back struggling
against the desire to quench my thirst。
And then I could hear my pursuer gaining； and defense won。 As I spun； the rising sound ripped its way
up my throat and out。
The feral snarl； ing from my own mouth； was so unexpected that it brought me up short。 It unsettled
me； and it cleared my head for a second—the thirstdriven haze receded； though the thirst burned on。