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.

sharp teeth. There was only one hope of survival now: I needed to stand

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

as the grizzly lunged at me, narrowly evading the kill-swipe of its enormous claws. Then, I leaped with my fangs bared, aiming to

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

fur as the bear

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

versus defense in a frenzy to simply survive. My strikes were fueled only by

the crowd screeched. "Blood! Bathe the

metallic tang coating my

now gushing what felt like rivers of blood from deep lacerations. My vision swam as the pain mounted beyond anything I

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

be the one who

Mila's piercing cries prodded at my overflowing fury: "Fight for me!" she cried out. "Prove

it skidding past me. Before it could

jaws. I felt its sinew shred between my canines. The grizzly's choked bellows rang out, matching the spectators' fevered screams... And then its

the broken neck 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 my soul forever. I had killed in the most primal, savage way

part of me had

beneath my palms. What little strength I had was gone now;

I needed

naked man splayed out on the tiles. Of course this was no regular bear; he had been a shifter, just like me. There was a man under there, and

his body destroyed beyond all belief by my unwilling attacks. Hot revulsion bubbled up

strange oozed from the corners of them, although I didn't know what it was; but something in me roiled as I saw it, and suddenly, recognition washed