Chapter Twelve
The black bear sat on its haunches licking its paw with its long pink tongue. Bryce, frozen like a statue by fear, stood on the other side of the path from Sax. His eyes were wide and beads of sweat dotted his forehead.
Sax stood as still as she could, afraid to breathe. No matter what she did to try to control them, her knees trembled. She never thought she’d end up as bear kibble.
Her foot still itched from the skunk cabbage. Her nose wrinkled. I swear I can still smell the stuff.
She knew as soon as she suggested it that the short cut through the woods was a bad idea. How did skunk cabbage get into the woods anyway?
Just when her bad luck seemed to have taken a day off it struck again. She would cry but then the bear would eat her.
After ten minutes, which s
