After She's Terminal The Alpha Regrets (Elaine and Lucas) novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Se headed along the beach, searching for another fishing spot when she noticed hoofprints in the sand.

Boar.

Elaine stopped, staring down at the tracks as they headed down the beach then back up into the jungle

A cough bubbled up in the back of her throat. She couldn’t suppress it, and couched into the crook of her a she didn’t look at the blood stained to her skin when she finally stopped, didn’t have to.

She knew it was there.

Her health wasn’t getting any better, and she couldn’t be fishing every day in the hot sun just for a few morsels of meat. She needed something more sustaining.

And while she already knew she couldn’t catch one by running after the boar, she got another idea. Something that might actually work.

She hurried back to camp, gathering up some of her gathered sticks and vines.

“I might be gone for a bit,” she told Lucas. “You’ll be okay by yourself, right?”

There was, of course, no word from Lucas.

“At least you’re not arguing with me,” she said. She took her supplies and headed into the jungle, following the path to the spring–water pool.

Elaine got herself a quick drink before setting to work. She used the vines as rope, twisting them together to create stronger threads that she wound into position. She staked several sticks into the ground, creating a kind of funnel to the edge of the water.

When she stepped back, she admired her little trap. The funnel would push the boar to the water’s edge, where one would snag itself against the looped vine, which was tied to a tree nearby.

It wouldn’t be able to run then.

She grabbed her spear and her knife, then moved further into the jungle to wait.

Elaine was dozing off in the underbrush when she heard it. A shrill squeal that cut through the air and sent the boar scattering. She jumped to her feet, stumbling on her aching ankle, and rushed over to the water’s edge.

A large brown boar was fighting against the trap, the twisted vine wrapped around its neck. It had flecks of gray along its coat and sharp tusks.

Elaine thrust the spear forward, trying to catch the boar’s neck but it jerked and swiped its head, its tusk catching on the spear. The weapon was gripped out of her hand and Elaine lost balance.

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