The young doe takes the blanket from Zion's bed and wraps it around her shoulders. With the blanket around her she feels more secure. She then...*
I'm pulled out of my little fantasy about deer shifters and bear shifters when I hear the grass rustling to the left of my deer stand.
I move my gun and hear a click, but I don't pay attention to the click because I'm busy opening the left window.
I look out the window and see the rustling culprit, a pheasant. Ah, that's not what I'm hunting.
I shut the window and move my gun back to where it originally was, between my legs with the barrel facing towards my head.
Okay, now I lost where I was in my fantasy. Dammit.
And now my gun is digging into my leg. I move the gun slightly and then everything goes dark.
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When Hunter Becomes Prey
RomanceA male deer shifter falls madly in love with a female deer shifter. This love soon turns to deadly obsession. *This is my first attempt at writing a yandere story. You've been warned.
