Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
He lurches up onto his back legs and lets out a bloodthirsty roar.
The four climbers at the base drop whatever their holding and start racing up the cliff, climbing without any ropes tethering them to safety. There are three guys and one girl. I don’t know about the other climbers that are already high up. My bear doesn’t pay them any mind as he lunges forward with his blood boiling.
“Holy shit!” one of the guys says as he watches while clinging to the rocks about fifteen feet up.
The guy in the blue jacket pulls out his phone to record my bear, but it fumbles in his hands and drops twenty feet down to the ground.
My bear growls as he walks over and sniffs it. The faintest of smells enters our lungs, burning through us like lava. My bear shakes the tantalizing smell out of his head and steps forward, crushing the phone under his massive paw.
“My phone,” the guy moans. “I just got it last month.”
My Kodiak looks up and snarls at the frightened people, daring them to come down.
“Who cares about your phone!” the girl with the brown ponytail says as she clings to the rock and squeezes her eyes shut. “That’s a real fucking bear!”
“Just hang tight,” the guy in the red coat says. “He’ll lose interest and keep moving soon enough.”
He doesn’t know my bear. He’s a nasty prick and I wouldn’t be surprised if he lingers here all day to make these nice people pay for daring to step foot on his mountain.
He lets out another fuming roar before wandering over to their bags to smell them. I can smell the metal of a shotgun, a granola bar, car keys…
My nose tingles. That scent again… It’s like fire burning down our throat. It sends shivers racing down our spine.
My Kodiak swats at the cooler and sends it flying off the rocky edge. It tumbles down to the ground and spills open. Tuna sandwiches, carrot sticks, and juice boxes roll out.
Take their sandwiches and go, I plead.
I know he wants to eat something and I’d rather these nice people lose their lunch than lose a limb.
He huffs out an infuriated breath and then looks up at the four climbers closest to us.
No! I shout as he stands on his hind legs and tests the cliff with his front paws. I don’t think he can climb a cliff, but I wouldn’t put it past my rabid bear to try.
A faint rumbling sound, like old engines being pushed to their max, comes humming out from somewhere behind us in the forest.
My bear turns around with a snarl as the sound gets louder. It turns to an obnoxious roaring as the people approach. It sounds like dirt bikes.
No, I gasp as they come this way.
These people on the cliff were lucky enough to get out of my bear’s way, but their approaching friends might not be so fortunate. My Kodiak can run insanely fast when he’s angry and the piercing sound of those engines is making him livid.
He lunges forward and crashes through the trees with a growl on his way to intercept them.
Nausea hits me when I feel the rage and fury whipping through him like a hurricane. He’s a nasty beast. Totally out of control. I’m starting to realize there’s no hope for us. Not anymore.
If I can figure out a way to end his monstrous reign of terror, I will. But he’ll have to let me out to do that, and I don’t see that happening any time soon.
We’re deep in the forest now, away from the mountain climbers when four large men on dirt bikes come roaring into view.
My bear skids to a stop and snarls. The long brown hairs on his back stand straight up. His deadly claws curl into the dirt as he glares from one man to the next.
They don’t look nervous to see a bear. They’re not turning in the opposite direction. They keep coming forward and when I get a whiff of their inner animals, I realize who they are and what they’re here for.
Shifter mercenaries. They’re here to put my feral bear down.
Unfortunately, they’re going to put me down with him.
I sigh as my bear growls at them while they circle us on the dirt bikes. I’m sad that it’s come to this, but there’s no other choice. No plan B. No second-best option. It’s either take my rabid bear out or put everyone in his vicinity in danger.
I’m ready to take my medicine. I’m ready for this nightmare to be over.
My bear on the other hand, not so much.
He lets out a vicious roar as they circle him.
I smell a polar bear in the large guy with the blond hair. He’s missing a chunk of his right ear.
The guy with the tattoos all over his big muscular arms is a Kodiak like me. I can smell his eagerness to get out and join the party.