Fated Release (Fated Keepers Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

my shoulders up and let them drop with a shrug. In my head my hands are high-fiving each other but thankfully they stay put and allow me reply with a snarky “Sweet!” comment instead.  I am silently pleased with the thought of an extended break. The blisters on my feet are festering again and I’d love to soak them in cool water and apply some of the aloe Orin found for me.
     
    Now that everything has been settled I am free to get comfy so I bounce off to find a partially dry place on the forest floor to set up my make-shift tent. I try to find a place sheltered by some type of shrubbery or large tree trunk when I set up. The weather is still chilly, especially at night. Lately the winds have been blowing fierce. It’s like Mother Nature is angry about something and she has no problem voicing her opinion at all.
     
                  Over the last four months I have pretty much perfected the ability to set up a subtle sleeping arrangement. I mean, I may be living in the woods for the time being, but that doesn’t mean I can't be comfortable. The guys picked on me when we first began this journey, watching me carry arm loads full of leaves and pine straw around. They laughed, when I picked up certain branches that I found acceptable. I am sure they probably thought I was some sort of hoarder, but after the first night when I made my little lean-to in the shade of a giant tree and laid down on a pillow as soft as the down filled one I had on my bed at home, they quit joking and picking on me. By the end of the next week, they had swallowed their pride and asked me to make them one also.
     
                  It just goes to prove that all those years of girls scouts paid off, not that I was ever a member. No I just watched them on Nick Jr and did loads of googling. I remember Arsema and I having Girl Scout wars in the backyard of Grans house. Each summer we would make a list of things that we would have to do or perfect and Grans was always the judge. If she couldn't decide then we brought in Casher and made him the tie vote. It’s almost like we were preparing ourselves for this life without ever knowing.
     
                  I finished setting up and looked around in search of Orin. I see him off to my left, starting a fire and getting ready to roast what looks like quail. My stomach growls in response to the thought of food and Orin looks up from his task to see me staring longingly at the fire and dinner to be. I may have mastered the comfort part of the trip, but I had still not come close to being able to kill and cook my own food. Regardless of the fact, that I have become very adept in the use of the bow, anytime it comes down to the actually killing part of the hunt, I flake out. Hey! Don’t judge me! You try killing a poor defenseless bunny and see how well of a shot you are. I look away pretending not to notice it. From the corner of my eye, I can see his chest bouncing up and down with silent laughter. I lean back and close my eyes. Letting my mind drift away, I think about Arsema. I miss her so much. I wish I could find the Shaman, so she can help her. I need my friend back.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 2
    Tris
     
     
                  The sun is slowly setting across the horizon. The forest grows darker and darker with every drop as it passes the tree line. Soon, it will be pitch black. I slide closer to Orin out of instinct, not even realizing that I have moved. Being held captive for so long in a dark, damp basement by a sadistic freak has honestly screwed with my head. Orin seems to sense the path my thoughts have taken, the way he always does and he instinctually tries to calm me.
     
    “Did I ever tell you about the day I first met Lyon and Haas?” He asks trying to take my mind off of my past.
     
    “No, I don't think so.” I tell him instantly intrigued.
     
    “I was around seventy three years old then I think, living back in Sholoam with the rest