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Authors: Elle Thorne
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Italian's words.
“What is going on here? What kind of set up is this?” That must be Giorgio, Bain surmised.
Giorgio continued, “You’re tormenting shifters? If the Shifter Council found out—”
“You worry too much. You’re here to learn.” The Italian’s voice seemed to be moving away from Bain.
“We’ll start with this one.”
Bain freaked on the inside. They were going to kill Braden first. Hell, no. He couldn’t have that.
He flexed his fists slowly feeling the sheer power of his polar bear as he began to gather himself, preparing for that moment when Bain would call on him.
Bain took a deep breath.
Now.
And now it was. The bear roared in Bain’s head, and with swiftness that came from practicing shifting on a regular basis, his bones crunched, sinews stretched, and muscles thickened.
Within seconds, his bear’s sheer size had stretched through the iron shackles.
Freed and in a furious state of mind, Bain’s bear reared up, head thrown back in a roar that reverberated in the stone walled rooms.
With a mighty roar, Bain launched himself at the Italian as he was shifting into his black bear.
Bain didn’t give a shit if it was more fair to wait until he’d fully shifted. This bastard didn’t care about fairness when he put little shifter kids on the black market.
That thought drove his bear’s fury to new height. His lungs burned from the breath he’d been holding as he rushed the Italian. He reached his nemesis just as the Italian had fully shifted and reared up to greet him with outstretched paws the size of dinner plates tipped with lethal claws.
Bain aimed for the Italian’s throat, wanting nothing more than to slice into his jugular and let his lifeblood ebb.
The Italian backed up, swiveled, and ducked under Bain’s reach, while at the same time raising his razor tipped claws, yielding a swipe that sliced into Bain’s thigh.
Nearby, Giorgio was yelling something Bain didn’t understand.
Bain’s bear roared as their blood flowed down their leg, the large vein barely missed.
The Italian snarled in response and leapt toward Bain with an adeptness that belied his age and girth. His claws sank into Bain’s thick fur, shredding the flesh on Bain’s back.
Bain shook him off and the other shifter landed on the ground with a thud, making the foundation shake from the impact.
The Italian’s black bear rose, a wicked glint in his yellow eyes, saliva dripping from his long canines.
Another snarl caused Bain to snap his head to the side. Giorgio had shifted into a leopard.
So he could talk with Giorgio’s leopard, Bain pushed for a sync, a communication link where shifters could converse silently in their minds while in animal form.
Giorgio accepted the sync.
“Stay out of this,” Bain warned Giorgio.
Giorgio’s leopard took two steps backward.
Bain advanced on the Italian.
“Listen.” It seemed Giorgio gained some of his courage as he stepped between Bain and the Italian. “Let the Shifter Council handle this maleficent individual.”
Bain felt the Italian enter their sync. Giorgio must have let him in.
The Italian’s black bear struck at Giorgio, slashing his throat. “Traitor.”
Bain stared at Giorgio’s leopard. Blood was gushing out of the slash at a rate that made Bain uncomfortable.
“You’ve killed your son,” he snarled at the Italian.
“That mewling pup is not my son.”
The Italian began his attack on Bain again.
Bain rushed forward, his bear colliding with the Italian’s, the force knocking the breath out of both of them.
They wrangled, claws slashing, teeth gnashing and biting .
“Your father and nephew are as good as dead,” the Italian said to Bain in the still-connected sync.
“Fuck you.”
With that, and two blows which severed the Italian’s jugular beyond repair, and almost decapitating his black bear, Bain put an end to it.
Bain shifted into his human body swiftly.
He looked at the wall. His still unconscious uncle was
“What is going on here? What kind of set up is this?” That must be Giorgio, Bain surmised.
Giorgio continued, “You’re tormenting shifters? If the Shifter Council found out—”
“You worry too much. You’re here to learn.” The Italian’s voice seemed to be moving away from Bain.
“We’ll start with this one.”
Bain freaked on the inside. They were going to kill Braden first. Hell, no. He couldn’t have that.
He flexed his fists slowly feeling the sheer power of his polar bear as he began to gather himself, preparing for that moment when Bain would call on him.
Bain took a deep breath.
Now.
And now it was. The bear roared in Bain’s head, and with swiftness that came from practicing shifting on a regular basis, his bones crunched, sinews stretched, and muscles thickened.
Within seconds, his bear’s sheer size had stretched through the iron shackles.
Freed and in a furious state of mind, Bain’s bear reared up, head thrown back in a roar that reverberated in the stone walled rooms.
With a mighty roar, Bain launched himself at the Italian as he was shifting into his black bear.
Bain didn’t give a shit if it was more fair to wait until he’d fully shifted. This bastard didn’t care about fairness when he put little shifter kids on the black market.
That thought drove his bear’s fury to new height. His lungs burned from the breath he’d been holding as he rushed the Italian. He reached his nemesis just as the Italian had fully shifted and reared up to greet him with outstretched paws the size of dinner plates tipped with lethal claws.
Bain aimed for the Italian’s throat, wanting nothing more than to slice into his jugular and let his lifeblood ebb.
The Italian backed up, swiveled, and ducked under Bain’s reach, while at the same time raising his razor tipped claws, yielding a swipe that sliced into Bain’s thigh.
Nearby, Giorgio was yelling something Bain didn’t understand.
Bain’s bear roared as their blood flowed down their leg, the large vein barely missed.
The Italian snarled in response and leapt toward Bain with an adeptness that belied his age and girth. His claws sank into Bain’s thick fur, shredding the flesh on Bain’s back.
Bain shook him off and the other shifter landed on the ground with a thud, making the foundation shake from the impact.
The Italian’s black bear rose, a wicked glint in his yellow eyes, saliva dripping from his long canines.
Another snarl caused Bain to snap his head to the side. Giorgio had shifted into a leopard.
So he could talk with Giorgio’s leopard, Bain pushed for a sync, a communication link where shifters could converse silently in their minds while in animal form.
Giorgio accepted the sync.
“Stay out of this,” Bain warned Giorgio.
Giorgio’s leopard took two steps backward.
Bain advanced on the Italian.
“Listen.” It seemed Giorgio gained some of his courage as he stepped between Bain and the Italian. “Let the Shifter Council handle this maleficent individual.”
Bain felt the Italian enter their sync. Giorgio must have let him in.
The Italian’s black bear struck at Giorgio, slashing his throat. “Traitor.”
Bain stared at Giorgio’s leopard. Blood was gushing out of the slash at a rate that made Bain uncomfortable.
“You’ve killed your son,” he snarled at the Italian.
“That mewling pup is not my son.”
The Italian began his attack on Bain again.
Bain rushed forward, his bear colliding with the Italian’s, the force knocking the breath out of both of them.
They wrangled, claws slashing, teeth gnashing and biting .
“Your father and nephew are as good as dead,” the Italian said to Bain in the still-connected sync.
“Fuck you.”
With that, and two blows which severed the Italian’s jugular beyond repair, and almost decapitating his black bear, Bain put an end to it.
Bain shifted into his human body swiftly.
He looked at the wall. His still unconscious uncle was
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