Chapter 17
John was flying, again. Though hovering seemed to fit better. Teddy stood looking up at him, his mouth opened wide, letting out a noise mid-way between a growl and a wail. John’s attention was drawn to another bear lying at Teddy’s feet. Teddy dropped his head and licked at a huge bullet wound in the second bear’s flank. A deep sadness washed over John as he helplessly watched Teddy mourn his dead mate.
Teddy’s pitiful vocalisations continued, but John was unable to get back to Teddy to reassure him that everything was okay, that he wasn’t dead.
John jerked awake, tears rolling down his face. This had to be the weirdest dream yet. Then he heard the moaning growl again. It was real and seemed to be coming from outside, probably some distance away. John looked over toward the w
