GARNETT CAME BACK TO himself when his bear admitted defeat and ran away.
That was the only way he could describe it in his mind. One moment, the bear had control of him and he was a passenger in his own shifted body. The next, the bear was fleeing to the back recesses of his mind and leaving Garnett to the pain and terror of a body torn and broken by Raul’s wolf.
Damn. Oh, damn.
He lay on his side, panting heavily, the tang of his own blood heavy in the air. Up was that way, he thought, although gravity seemed to have loosened its hold on him. He floated on a cloud of agony, of terror, of defeat.
Raul had won. He’d beaten the bear spirit. Garnett couldn’t do anything to save himself, or Brendan, or Mallory.
At the edges of his vision, Raul limped into sight. He was beat up as well, bl
