Chapter 27
FENRIR
The clashes and screams caught my ears. My trap finally caught something, but that scream sounded more humane than beastly; regardless, it caught something, and that meant my chances of finding those werebears were hopeful.
I tightened the last screw of the claw trap, before heading in the direction the screams had erupted from.
My boots crushed the dry leaves, leaving crunches in my wake, something to alert the prey and predators of my presence. The bush rattled, forcing me to pause my movements; I stared at the bush until a rabbit scurried past me, hopping right into a hole I would have missed and probably sunk feet into if I had not stopped.
I walked a while and suddenly paused on my track, feeling the electric connection of the mate bond. Sadness gripped the li
