Lyra
“Don’t run,” Caine said again, his voice low but firm. The command was meant to calm me but it did the opposite.
My breath hitched, and my chest beat too fast. I wanted to move, bolt, run, do something, but my legs stayed locked. Every part of me screamed to act, but the tiniest voice in my head rigidly forced me to obey Caine’s order. So I did.Turning back to the bear, posture tight with readiness, I heard Caine curse under his breath. “Shit.”
That was not comforting.
“What?”
“That’s not the bear I planned to hunt today.”
“Huh?”
“This one’s bigger, older, and more dangerous. We avoid these kind of bears when we go on hunts.”
A chill slithered down my spine as the meaning of his words took root in my head. We were in big trouble.My eyes darted to the creature again, and everyt
