My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0699

Enzo

My eyes locked onto the enormous bear that was now thundering toward me, six-hundred pounds of snarling fury and dagger-length claws. The deafening roar that escaped the bear's throat almost seemed to shake the very stone beneath my paws.

Every instinct screamed to brace for impact as the grizzly charged at me.

"What the hell?" I thought to my wolf. "How—"

"Don't even question it," my wolf commanded. "Just don't get killed, dammit!"

My wolf was right; there was no time for speculation or awe. There was a wild beast hurtling toward me, reading to kill. Taking in a sharp breath, I lunged out of the way just before the bear collided with me. Up above, the vicious cries erupted from the crowd and caught my momentary attention.

"Rip his throat!"

"Flay the mongrel!"

I didn't know which one of us they were cheering for-me or the bear.

Nonetheless, I filtered out the madness of the crowd, my frenzied thoughts strategizing escape routes desperately feint left then sprint right for the gate, which was still open? No, I could never outpace this monster in this wide open

arena.

"Kill him! Kill him!" the crowd cheered menacingly.

a row of sharp teeth. There was only one hope of survival now:

in for the kill, outrage roared through my soul at being cornered for bloodsport. If

claws. Then, I leaped with my fangs bared, aiming to grapple the bear's vulnerable throat and end this

instinct hijacked any rational thought-no, I didn't want to

inch from fur as the bear whirled

as another brutal swat of the bear's enormous paw connected with my shoulder, hurling me across the blackened floor. Agonized gasps echoed from the spectators above, but there

wide open and dripping with saliva.

of claws and fangs, offense versus defense in a frenzy to simply survive. My

the crowd screeched. "Blood! Bathe the floors in

what they wanted; blood soon slicked the black obsidian tiles, its metallic tang coating my muzzle until I could

hours, both of us now gushing what felt like rivers of blood from deep lacerations. My vision swam as the pain mounted beyond anything I had endured before even

disembowelment by the tireless beast intent on destroying me. And if I had any chance, even a flicker of a chance, at

had to be the

Mila's piercing cries prodded at my overflowing fury: "Fight for me!"

Before it could regain balance I seized its exposed nape, clamping down with an immense strength fueled

The grizzly's choked bellows rang out,

knew I had survived the impossible clash. But at a devastating cost that

me had loved

the tiles warm and damp with blood now beneath my palms. What little strength

needed to see

naked man splayed out on the tiles. Of course this was no regular bear; he had been a shifter, just

back at me, his body destroyed beyond all belief by my unwilling attacks. Hot revulsion bubbled up in my throat

didn't know what it was; but something in me