The bear’s grip was brutal as if its claws were pliers effortlessly piercing my skin. With a desperate scream, I managed to twist sharply, kicking its snout with everything I had. Finally, after several frantic attempts, it released my leg, and I scrambled up the tree as high as possible. My hands clung to a thick branch, and I dragged myself onto it, feeling the rough bark dig into my palms. The pain in my leg was unbearable; each pulse felt like a blow, a stabbing ache that kept me on the verge of tears.
“Damn you, Eva!” I growled mentally, struggling to contain my rage. “How could you refuse to help me? I’m alone in this hell!”
Eva, instead of responding, remained in a stubborn silence. And that only fueled my fury further. I glanced at my leg, which was torn apart, the flesh exposed
