Over a third of the thirty plus disappeared the instant she shifted. Hurrying back to their bikes, they roared off into the horizon. Some might call them p*****s or cowards, but they were the wisest of the lot.
The remaining twenty, he intended to storm through the majority of them. Leaving a handful to Ava.
It wasn’t that he gave a f**k about the men. They shouldn’t have attacked if they didn’t want to bear the repercussions of their actions. It was that each death would weigh heavily on Ava’s soul. She would mourn each loss and in turn hate herself for the inevitable.
She Bears were ruthless. Violent. Many would say evil.
But they weren’t accustomed to shifting. They weren’t let out often, and when they were, it was in dangerous circumstances. Was it any wonder they were volatile?
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