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was a really big lime and an oil tanker of tequila.
The ice lifted and lowered, crashed against other floes and made a strange rumble, the only sound in the desolate land. She skittered beneath the trees. Everything was so different here.
The sky began to lighten, but that only served to send dancing gray shadows everywhere. She turned, planning to scurry into the densest part of the forest, and caught a flash of something huge and white. She barely managed to duck the claws that swiped for her head, then she was running.
Being chased by a polar bear has that effect.
How long had the thing been stalking her? She remembered the scent of “other” that she hadn’t been able to put a name to, the slight scritch of claws on snow that she’d written off as her own.
Hell, he’d been hunting her for hours.
Thank God in this form she was faster. He’d never catch her. Never.
She gave in to the power within; she ran as she’d never run before. Now that she’d seen what was behind her, her fear hided. The bear was a fool for even thinking it could track and kill her. She was more than a wolf, more than a woman. She was both; she was neither. She was better.
Alex hugged the edge of the trees just as dawn burst over the horizon, and as the sunlight touched her, she stumbled, falling head-over-paws, which became heels and feet and toes as she shifted.
CHAPTER 6
Naked and vulnerable, she scrambled upright. Just as bear came out of the woods.
Goose bumps raced across her flesh, and not just because of the chill air across her skin. She might not die from the Coming attack, but it was certainly going to hurt. And there were pieces of her all over the place, would she real be able to heal? She just didn’t know.
“Barlow!” Alex shouted.
The bear roared right in her face. Its breath smelled like…
Blood and hunger. With a little rotten fish on the side.
“Shit,” she muttered. Should she run, OT shouldn’t she?
Her wolf howled for fight not flight. Her human self knew better. Even if she could shift in the daylight, a wolf wasn’t going to win a battle against a polar bear, and while human she wasn’t going to be able to outrun this thing.
The polar bear leaned to the left to swipe at her with I~ right paw; the animal was pretty damn quick for ‘its size.
Alex eluded the claws; she was faster, even in this f but she would never be fast enough. Unable to stop hi she took several steps back, and the polar bear roared
Which was all Alex needed to make up her mind. She wasn’t going to stand there and let it slice her apart. She had toat least try to escape. Maybe she could get far enough ahead and make her way up a tree.
Polar bears couldn’t climb trees. Could they?
Alex ran deeper into the forest, thinking that perhaps she’d find a place so dense that she could fit through but the great white beast could not.
The earth trembled beneath her feet; the animal’s hot, stinky breath brushed her ass. What was a polar bear doing in the forest anyway? Didn’t they live on the ice?
Alex bore down. She couldn’t keep up this pace for long, hut she had to put some distance between them.
Suddenly Barlow stepped from behind a tree. Alex was so startled she forgot if she had two feet or four and got them tangled, tripping, skidding, almost falling. She managed to right herself, but those few seconds cost her.
The bear slapped Alex with one massive paw.
She heard her ribs crack, felt her skin tear, smelled the blood as it splattered. The blow lifted and tossed her several yards, where she landed in a heap at Barlow’s feet.
Alex glanced all the way up his tall, broad, naked body. Too bad she was in too much pain to enjoy the view.
Why had he bothered to reveal himself? Without weapons, in this form, Barlow could do no more than she against ii is massive foe. They’d both be torn to bits, and they wouldn’t be able to heal wounds like that completely until night fell again, and they shifted.
Barlow’s
The ice lifted and lowered, crashed against other floes and made a strange rumble, the only sound in the desolate land. She skittered beneath the trees. Everything was so different here.
The sky began to lighten, but that only served to send dancing gray shadows everywhere. She turned, planning to scurry into the densest part of the forest, and caught a flash of something huge and white. She barely managed to duck the claws that swiped for her head, then she was running.
Being chased by a polar bear has that effect.
How long had the thing been stalking her? She remembered the scent of “other” that she hadn’t been able to put a name to, the slight scritch of claws on snow that she’d written off as her own.
Hell, he’d been hunting her for hours.
Thank God in this form she was faster. He’d never catch her. Never.
She gave in to the power within; she ran as she’d never run before. Now that she’d seen what was behind her, her fear hided. The bear was a fool for even thinking it could track and kill her. She was more than a wolf, more than a woman. She was both; she was neither. She was better.
Alex hugged the edge of the trees just as dawn burst over the horizon, and as the sunlight touched her, she stumbled, falling head-over-paws, which became heels and feet and toes as she shifted.
CHAPTER 6
Naked and vulnerable, she scrambled upright. Just as bear came out of the woods.
Goose bumps raced across her flesh, and not just because of the chill air across her skin. She might not die from the Coming attack, but it was certainly going to hurt. And there were pieces of her all over the place, would she real be able to heal? She just didn’t know.
“Barlow!” Alex shouted.
The bear roared right in her face. Its breath smelled like…
Blood and hunger. With a little rotten fish on the side.
“Shit,” she muttered. Should she run, OT shouldn’t she?
Her wolf howled for fight not flight. Her human self knew better. Even if she could shift in the daylight, a wolf wasn’t going to win a battle against a polar bear, and while human she wasn’t going to be able to outrun this thing.
The polar bear leaned to the left to swipe at her with I~ right paw; the animal was pretty damn quick for ‘its size.
Alex eluded the claws; she was faster, even in this f but she would never be fast enough. Unable to stop hi she took several steps back, and the polar bear roared
Which was all Alex needed to make up her mind. She wasn’t going to stand there and let it slice her apart. She had toat least try to escape. Maybe she could get far enough ahead and make her way up a tree.
Polar bears couldn’t climb trees. Could they?
Alex ran deeper into the forest, thinking that perhaps she’d find a place so dense that she could fit through but the great white beast could not.
The earth trembled beneath her feet; the animal’s hot, stinky breath brushed her ass. What was a polar bear doing in the forest anyway? Didn’t they live on the ice?
Alex bore down. She couldn’t keep up this pace for long, hut she had to put some distance between them.
Suddenly Barlow stepped from behind a tree. Alex was so startled she forgot if she had two feet or four and got them tangled, tripping, skidding, almost falling. She managed to right herself, but those few seconds cost her.
The bear slapped Alex with one massive paw.
She heard her ribs crack, felt her skin tear, smelled the blood as it splattered. The blow lifted and tossed her several yards, where she landed in a heap at Barlow’s feet.
Alex glanced all the way up his tall, broad, naked body. Too bad she was in too much pain to enjoy the view.
Why had he bothered to reveal himself? Without weapons, in this form, Barlow could do no more than she against ii is massive foe. They’d both be torn to bits, and they wouldn’t be able to heal wounds like that completely until night fell again, and they shifted.
Barlow’s
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