The Big Sky Alpha novel Chapter 110

110. My hunt

COLT POV

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It’s taken us a month to search through all of those tunnels the vamps made. We haven’t seen

another one since that night.

The tunnels lead many places. Houses, stores, the middle of streets, other sides of the mountain,

and one leads directly to a bar. We’ve spoken to the owners of the homes, stores, and the bar and

they all said the same thing. Their stories are that people came and offered large amounts of

money to have them leave.

The sheriff was still at the pack when the battle happened, when we told him we were going to search the tunnels he wanted to know all the places they lead to. He even offered to provide us with whatever we need to close them up so no one could get through them again.

When we told him the places, he tracked down the owners and brought them back. They were all

off vacationing or living lavishly in other places. None of them said anything about mind control or

feeling calm or anything, they were just presented large sums of money to sell their house and

leave immediately. The money seemed good compensation, better than good from the sounds of

the vacations and lavish living.

We’re working on sealing the tunnels all up and the cave entrances along the mountain. We’re in

the fall months now, so on top of the tunnels and caves we’re also needing to work on hunting.

Eunice said that we’re going to have a rough winter, so we’re trying to prepare. It’s hard to do with

so many men needing to close up these tunnels so we can keep our pack safe from the vampires,

but we’re making it work. Everyone hunting is just pulling extra time.

Even Jessi and Freya are helping with the meat prep, storage, and preserving all the harvest from

the gardens.

Alpha Harland is coming with a bit of help as well. It feels like a hand out, but Freya keeps reminding me that this is what a marriage pact between Alphas means. She’s not wrong, but given that she’s my fated mate I guess I just didn’t feel that the pact needed to be upheld.

She understands, but she just keeps saying to suck it up and accept the help. For the pack, I have. However, when they get here I will be asking Alpha Harland what I can do for him.

The crisp fall air is setting in, the leaves around us range from deep reds to golden yellows. I’m out on an early morning hunt, letting my mind wander.

Freya has been taking some of the hides from my kills and getting them ready to make us more bedding. She says that she expects we’ll need it with the kids.

She’s really come into her own here. She’s gone from city folk to real Big Sky faster than I would

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have imagined. Something about this life resonated with her quickly when she realized she’d be

here forever.

Sometimes I forget that she wasn’t always here, that she hasn’t always lived this way. She chops wood, she gardens, she harvests, she cooks over fire, tans hides, sews and builds fires. It’s rare that I help her with anything, and generally that’s just to lift.

I’ve met other city women in my life, but none could catch onto this life that fast. Misty said these aren’t things she’s ever taught her, and Harland really only taught her how to handle herself in combat. He never even took her camping.

These are all things she’s just gotten the hang of quickly. When they say your mate is made to be with you, no one ever thinks of these types of things. We all just think that our bodies and our minds go together, but it’s not just that. Or being is meant to live the way were meant to live together. I think that’s beautiful.

Just as I was beginning to forget that I was supposed to be out hunting I heard a twig snap. I stopped and knelt down, a little ways ahead of me could just make out the antlers of a moose.

I haven’t seen a moose in a while, they’re a great kill but damn if they’re not hard work to get back to the pack.

He was headed my way, so I stayed still and quiet. He walked just to an opening between a couple of trees and stood there. I readied my bow, I needed him to turn his head just right to grant me the

access to the kill shot I needed.

It took a minute, but he finally turned his head just right. I pulled back and took aim. I breathed,

then took my shot.

I got him! He jumped up and started trying to run, I followed him. He didn’t get far before he dropped. He appeared dead, but I don’t want him to suffer if I’m wrong and I also need to be safe, moose kill wolves after all. So, I pulled out my blade and wrapped my arm around his large neck

and cut the throat.

I knelt over his body and bowed my head, “Thank you majestic one for this honorable hunt. My

pack will honor your sacrifice by feeding from your meat. May your spirit be embraced by the

moon goddess.”

I linked Levi, “Got a moose, send a couple over to bring in the meat.”

“F**k yeah Alpha! We needed that!” He said in excitement.

Like I said, it’s been rough trying to keep up with the hunting we’d usually do right now. This moose

helps us recover greatly.

I begin field dressing the moose. First thing we always do once we cut into our kill is to eat the

heart.

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I found myself remembering my first hunt with my father. I killed a deer, he cut out the heart and

told me to eat it.

“You’re not serious.” I said, thinking he was fully screwing with me.

“Not at all boy, you eat the heart.” He said, smiling.

I think it was the smile, but I really did think he was trying to pull one over on me.

“Son, our people have eaten the heart before harvesting anything else from our kills for as far back

as as we know.” He said, trying to get me to understand.

“That’s disgusting dad, why would we do that?” I asked, I was young and everything I ever ate was

1. cooked.

“It’s wolf nature to eat our kill fresh, it’s natural. Not to mention, our ancestors believed that you

would gain qualities of the animal. Bravery, strength, knowledge. I’m not sure it’s true myself, I’m

still quite a moron sometimes.” He laughed.

I’ll never forget the first bite. Something about hunting just felt more manly after that. Even after he

died I’ve carried on in the tradition. Everyone else’s fathers taught them the same too.

As the other guys showed up to get this beautiful beast processed and back to the pack I found

myself wondering if Freya ever hunted. I wondered if it might be something she’d enjoy.