Chapter 13 Thirteen.

"Woah, loosen your grip, Aeryn. The bow's not going anywhere," Ayla joked from the side and I spared her a mock glare before returning my eyes to the task at hand. I exhaled deeply, eyeing the target set out just a mere few yards ahead of me.

Closing my left eye, I stilled for a few moments, puttin...

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