Chapter 33
Gunner shifted and twisted as the bear fell forward on top of him. Which didn’t mean he came away unscathed, of course. But at least the bear’s tremendous claws merely swiped a gash from furry shoulder to billowing ribcage rather than ripping the wolf’s belly all the way out.
No wonder the bear roared out frustration at losing such an easy kill, its breath wafting over me in a vile wave that overwhelmed my senses despite the distance between us both. The stench resembled fly-covered carrion and sleepless nights spent ruminating, telling me even better than the newspaper article had that this bear was the animal version of a serial killer, less interested in eating than it was in the kill.
I noted all this in the time it took to call my sword into existence. Even magical steel
