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.

grimaced, my upper lip curling back to reveal a row of sharp teeth.

kill, outrage roared through my soul at being cornered for bloodsport. If Mila wanted a gory show of dominance from

smoothly as the grizzly lunged at me, narrowly evading the kill-swipe of its enormous claws. Then, I leaped with my fangs bared, aiming to grapple the bear's vulnerable throat and end

I didn't want to kill.

fur as the bear

hurling me across the blackened floor. Agonized gasps echoed from the spectators above, but there was no time to check

instantly, his maw wide open

claws and fangs, offense versus defense in a frenzy to simply survive. My strikes were fueled only

"Blood! Bathe the floors

tiles, its metallic tang coating my muzzle until I could no longer differentiate mine from my

from deep lacerations. My vision swam as the pain mounted beyond anything I had endured before even the torture beneath Edward's

if I had any chance, even a flicker of a chance, at

to be the

fury:

it skidding past me. Before it

my canines. The grizzly's choked bellows rang out, matching the spectators' fevered screams... And

staggered backwards, half-blinded by sweat and gore. Heaving raggedly, I knew I had survived the impossible clash. But at a devastating cost that was now carved into

of me

into my human form and fell to my knees, the tiles warm and damp with blood now beneath my palms. What little strength I had

I needed to see

out on the tiles. Of course this was no regular bear; he had been a shifter, just like me. There was a

beyond all belief by my unwilling attacks.

was; but something in me

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