Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Fury rips through my bear. He slices at him, but the French Canadian is as quick as he is stealthy. He rolls out of the way with a grin.
With his head turned, he doesn’t see the two bears lunging on him. They slam into him and slice us up with razor-sharp claws. The polar bear chomps down on our shoulder as Jackson’s grizzly stands up on his two hind legs and slams his massive front paws down on our ribs, crunching and snapping the bones.
My feral bear roars in fury as pain surges through us like bolts of lightning. He lunges on the polar bear and chomps down on his ear, tearing a piece off as Jackson’s grizzly slices up our backside. Grayson’s polar bear roars in pain and anger as blood leaks onto his white fur, staining it pink.
Stop! I scream at him. It does nothing.
He turns and swipes at my brother’s face. Jackson’s grizzly rears back just in time and my sharp bloody claws whizz past his nose.
My bear is about to swipe again, but that sharp searing pain pierces under our arm.
“When you want something done right,” Remy says as he digs the sword deeper into my bear. “You leave it to the wolf.”
He yanks it out with a grunt and my bear stumbles back with a whimper as more blood leaks out onto the dried-up leaves.
That’s what you get, I growl at him. This is what you deserve.
My bear glances back at the tree line. It’s so far away. We’re bleeding pretty badly. From our back leg, from our ass, from under our front leg. The thick blood is turning the hard soil to mud under our paws. My bear takes a step and slips.
“Oh fuck,” Ryker groans as he winces in pain. He’s still clutching his torn-up chest, but at least the blood isn’t pouring out as much. It’s only trickling out now that his enhanced healing has kicked in. “Look at my fucking chest! I need a fucking hospital!”
Look what you do, I growl at my wounded bear. I’m furious now. All the pain he causes. All the shit. Fuck him. Just give yourself up. Let us die. It’s what we deserve.
He snarls back at me, the hatred in him increasing. He’ll never give up. He’ll never lay down.
I used to think that he was so intent on finding our mate that he would never let up, but now I think he just wants to watch the world burn. It’s not about our mate anymore. It’s about causing the maximum amount of damage he can inflict before he ultimately gets taken down.
“Get me to a fucking hospital!” Ryker screams.
“There’s no hospital in this shit town,” Remy says as he shakes the blood off his blade with a firm swipe. “Quit your whining, ostie.”
“Fuck you, dog!” Ryker shouts back at him. “I can see my fucking lungs!”
Remy chuckles. “Fucking bears. All a bunch of loud fury pussies.”
The train groans as it starts moving.
Jackson’s grizzly and Grayson’s polar bear are both huffing out heavy breaths as they regroup and circle around my bear. Jackson is bleeding from his neck and Grayson is bleeding from his ear. His whole right side is pink.
It’s nothing compared to my bear though. We’re bleeding heavily. His energy is draining along with every drop of blood.
Lay down, I urge him. It’s over.
He lets out a low growl, then gathers all the energy he has left and sprints along the rolling train. It’s picking up speed.
Stop! Just fucking stop.
My words only seem to push him further. He sprints forward despite the burning pain searing through our legs. He’s one tough motherfucker. I’ll give the monster that.
The train starts to really pick up speed. My grizzly darts in front of it and races across the tracks. The front grazes his bloody ass, barely missing him.
The other bears try to follow, but the conductor is hanging out the window with the rifle in his hands. “A fucking polar bear?!” he shouts in shock. “Where the fuck did that come from?”
He fires a warning shot into the air and it makes the bears hesitate just enough for the train to pull away. We’re on the other side with a headstart. The train is really long, so we have a few minutes before The Foxhounds can cross the tracks to finish the job.
Stay, I urge him. Let’s end this nightmare here.
With a growl, my bear ignores me and runs toward the town.
Of fucking course.
What did I expect? Really?
CHAPTER TWO
Hazel
“Stop eating the fries!” Lou shouts as he tries to slap my hand with his greasy spatula. I’m too fast for the surly cook.
“Last one,” I say with a wide smile as I shove the hot french fry into my mouth. “Promise.”
It won’t be the last one.
This rundown diner doesn’t do much right, but even I have to admit they know how to make one crispy delectable french fry.