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Kane, if it was him (and it just had to be). Taggart stepped forward, a growl ripping up from his
huge bear chest and steam issuing from between his jaws.
As if in response, two more bears
appeared, each from a different side of the outcropping. Flanking Kane, they
moved beside him, supporting their alpha. Taggart growled in mixed rage and
disgust.
Kane stepped forward again, and
Alice could sense him readying himself for the final charge. Up against not
only this huge black grizzly but two others as well, there was no way Taggart
could win, especially wounded as he was. Alice saw that all too clearly.
“Hey!” she said, waving her arms.
“Back off!”
In answer, Kane took another step
forward. He was very close now. Alice could smell him, a musky, bitter odor
that was somehow even more primal and bloodthirsty than Taggart’s more nutty
scent.
“HEY!” she said again, commanding
attention.
Kane huffed at her and swung his
head in her direction. He showed his teeth, and a terrible growl coursed up his
chest. When it met her she could also smell the stench of decaying meat from
something he’d eaten.
Obviously furious at Kane
endangering his mate, Taggart stepped forward again. Shit, they were less than
ten feet apart now.
Kane swung his attention back to
Taggart. Hate glimmered in his golden eyes.
“I don’t think so,” Alice said.
She unslung her rifle and pointed
it at Kane. One shot left. He lifted his lip again, obviously disdainful of the
damage she could do with what he might consider to be a pitiful peashooter.
“Oh, yeah?” she said.
She flicked the safety off, then
fired a round over Kane’s head. The shot boomed loudly in the stillness of the
shadowy forest, and birds fluttered overhead, startled by the sound. Kane
paused and drew back, paying attention to Alice now.
Shit
shit shit , she thought. She’d used her only bullet in a bid to scare Kane
off, but he wasn’t running away. Neither were the other two, though they didn’t
come any closer.
“I’ve got more where that came
from!” Alice said, praying they couldn’t hear the lie in her voice.
Her hands shaking, she made a show
of chambering another round, but it was only pretend. Hopefully their
bear-senses were too hopped up on testosterone or whatever for them to notice.
Alice glanced behind her. At first
she didn’t see Pa or Bradley and thought maybe the shot had caused them to duck
for cover—they might think she was shooting at them—but no, there they were,
the idiots, still coming closer, darting from tree to tree. Obviously they
feared that she might fire at them. I
probably should’ve , she thought.
She turned back to Kane. He
regarded her fiercely.
Energies tensed around him, and the
air flickered. A second later he had drawn the bear inside him and was a man
once more. Alice blinked to see the tall, naked, handsome man before her. He
had long black hair and a hard face with dark eyes. His features made her think
he was probably half white and half Indian—Native American, that is. Sweat
gleamed on his muscular, hairless chest, which was criss-crossed in white
scars, and his abs rippled with exertion above his thick, swinging cock. His
long, powerful legs bent in a half-crouch, as if ready to spring on Taggart at
a moment’s notice.
His eyes were on Alice, however.
“You could have shot me,” he said. Even his voice held the hint of a Native
American accent, though Alice couldn’t have said what tribe or nation he came
from. “ I would have.”
“Well, I’m not you,” she said.
Instantly she wished she could have thought of a better comeback, but it was
too late now.
Beside her Taggart drew in his
bear, as well. Looking pained, he clapped a hand over his new gunshot
wound—this one in the upper arm, opposite to the one he’d been shot in
yesterday—and glared daggers at Kane.
“She’s better than you, you filth,”
Taggart said.
Kane’s eyes narrowed further.
“Traitor. You will either come
huge bear chest and steam issuing from between his jaws.
As if in response, two more bears
appeared, each from a different side of the outcropping. Flanking Kane, they
moved beside him, supporting their alpha. Taggart growled in mixed rage and
disgust.
Kane stepped forward again, and
Alice could sense him readying himself for the final charge. Up against not
only this huge black grizzly but two others as well, there was no way Taggart
could win, especially wounded as he was. Alice saw that all too clearly.
“Hey!” she said, waving her arms.
“Back off!”
In answer, Kane took another step
forward. He was very close now. Alice could smell him, a musky, bitter odor
that was somehow even more primal and bloodthirsty than Taggart’s more nutty
scent.
“HEY!” she said again, commanding
attention.
Kane huffed at her and swung his
head in her direction. He showed his teeth, and a terrible growl coursed up his
chest. When it met her she could also smell the stench of decaying meat from
something he’d eaten.
Obviously furious at Kane
endangering his mate, Taggart stepped forward again. Shit, they were less than
ten feet apart now.
Kane swung his attention back to
Taggart. Hate glimmered in his golden eyes.
“I don’t think so,” Alice said.
She unslung her rifle and pointed
it at Kane. One shot left. He lifted his lip again, obviously disdainful of the
damage she could do with what he might consider to be a pitiful peashooter.
“Oh, yeah?” she said.
She flicked the safety off, then
fired a round over Kane’s head. The shot boomed loudly in the stillness of the
shadowy forest, and birds fluttered overhead, startled by the sound. Kane
paused and drew back, paying attention to Alice now.
Shit
shit shit , she thought. She’d used her only bullet in a bid to scare Kane
off, but he wasn’t running away. Neither were the other two, though they didn’t
come any closer.
“I’ve got more where that came
from!” Alice said, praying they couldn’t hear the lie in her voice.
Her hands shaking, she made a show
of chambering another round, but it was only pretend. Hopefully their
bear-senses were too hopped up on testosterone or whatever for them to notice.
Alice glanced behind her. At first
she didn’t see Pa or Bradley and thought maybe the shot had caused them to duck
for cover—they might think she was shooting at them—but no, there they were,
the idiots, still coming closer, darting from tree to tree. Obviously they
feared that she might fire at them. I
probably should’ve , she thought.
She turned back to Kane. He
regarded her fiercely.
Energies tensed around him, and the
air flickered. A second later he had drawn the bear inside him and was a man
once more. Alice blinked to see the tall, naked, handsome man before her. He
had long black hair and a hard face with dark eyes. His features made her think
he was probably half white and half Indian—Native American, that is. Sweat
gleamed on his muscular, hairless chest, which was criss-crossed in white
scars, and his abs rippled with exertion above his thick, swinging cock. His
long, powerful legs bent in a half-crouch, as if ready to spring on Taggart at
a moment’s notice.
His eyes were on Alice, however.
“You could have shot me,” he said. Even his voice held the hint of a Native
American accent, though Alice couldn’t have said what tribe or nation he came
from. “ I would have.”
“Well, I’m not you,” she said.
Instantly she wished she could have thought of a better comeback, but it was
too late now.
Beside her Taggart drew in his
bear, as well. Looking pained, he clapped a hand over his new gunshot
wound—this one in the upper arm, opposite to the one he’d been shot in
yesterday—and glared daggers at Kane.
“She’s better than you, you filth,”
Taggart said.
Kane’s eyes narrowed further.
“Traitor. You will either come
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