He’d have more time for philosophical thoughts if he wasn’t being pursued by a herd of satyrs. They weren’t turned on by his rugged good looks either; they had murder on their minds.

The forest smelled fresh here and the ground was soft, carpeted by leaves and fallen pine needles. It was tranquil and enchanting in its way. Ursula was lovely; she just wasn’t a naiad. Her hair was dark and sleek, and so long it fell below her waist, swaying this way and that as she walked. Her eyes were a piercing blue, always aware, and she had a keen eye for the smallest details. She may have been a merchant, but she’d also trained as an archer for the city militia, and she could easily spot movement at a distance. That was her intention now; it was just a different kind of movement.

Sienna glanced surreptitiously toward a rapier mounted on the wall.
Odyssia grinned. “Do you want to run me through, Sienna? Go on, take it. You’re welcome to try.”
The young woman groaned in frustration. She didn’t know – and couldn’t have known – that the rapier in question was bolted to the wall.

Aleana wasn’t sure she was dreaming but she had some inkling that it might not be fully real. She tried to break through the mental fog she felt, but the vision of Ursula drew her back into the dream. She was truly beautiful and a welcome sight. Aleana gently grasped Ursula’s waist and pulled her down harder, while her lips claimed kiss after sensual kiss from the beauty’s pastel pink lips.

If you are hunted then you better find real tree and then they will not find you. They will think that you are a tree so find real tree and you can hunt like a pro. You will never be hunted again.

Be the hunter, not the hunted.