#Chapter 150: The Stag and the Scream

Kayla I immediately began tracking the stag, following the trail that had started with those droppings. It wasn’t long before I found something else—a tree with its bark scraped on one side. Chunks of bark were scattered around, sitting on top of the snow. It was snowing a little right now, just a dusting, but since the bark was sitting on top with no snow covering it I knew that the damage was very recent. The stag must have been rubbing his antlers against the tree not long ago. Ten minutes ago, at the most. I moved quickly, my eyes scanning the trees for any sign of movement. And then I saw it—the stag, its white coat gleaming in the sunlight, its antlers broad and strong. It was beautiful, more beautiful than I had imagined. And no one else was around. Just me. I could win this thing. I crouched low, my bow in hand as I crept closer. My heart pounded in my chest as I drew the arrow back, my eyes locked on the stag. But just as I was about to re