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Except for Adrian’s red wolf. Another monster.
Scratching the ground with both front paws like a bull ready to rip prey apart, Ares growled low and menacing. They’d fought a damn polar bear shifter once and almost lost, saved only by the Romanians who shot the bear in the head with titanium rounds.
Adrian and Ladrón weren’t here yet.
No one to save them now.
Dagger’s bear dropped down to all four legs and lowered his head, opening a wide set of jaws packed with vicious fangs. He wasted his time trying to put fear in Ares.
Corbin’s wolf had only feared one thing, and dying wasn’t it.
The grizzly charged in a loping run, which meant he planned to launch his bulk and leap on top of Ares—Slam dunk. Dead wolf.
Corbin sensed adrenaline flooding his wolf’s body. They’d been in battles before where he hadn’t expected to survive. They might not win this one, but he and Ares had never backed down. This was the only time they functioned as a team.
If they lived, Ares would go right back to being a jerk.
Right now, Corbin would welcome that possibility.
The bear dipped low in the front and leaped.
Ares ran forward, dropped low, and lunged.
Still in motion, the grizzly’s eyes rounded in disbelief at the aggressive move.
Ares twisted as he went airborne, his jaws wide open, and latched onto the side of the bear’s throat. He let his body drop to hang like dead weight. The grizzly rocked his head from side to side and lifted a paw, trying anything to knock off Ares.
Corbin felt the jarring yank that should have ripped Ares’ jaws open but didn’t.
Dagger’s bear hit the ground and batted Ares away with an arm as thick as Corbin’s body. Ares had unlatched his jaws before they reached the ground and bounced away with blood slinging everywhere.
Pain seared Corbin’s senses. The bear had gouged Ares across his ribs. They were bleeding, but so was the grizzly. The gash in the grizzly’s throat poured out a river of blood, but the bear pushed up. Adrenaline would fuel him for a bit longer.
If Ares could race around and dodge strikes to keep the grizzly moving, the bear would bleed out fast.
Corbin hoped.
Ares stood tall, but Corbin struggled to breathe along with his wolf. His side and lungs burned from the clawed wound.
Functioning on rage alone, the bear charged Ares.
Corbin advised his wolf,Just stay out of reach.
I will kill this one, Ares replied.
Well, they wouldn’t last long against a damn bear.
Even bleeding out, that grizzly could barrel into Ares and knock him off his legs. With one deep swipe across his soft underbelly, the bear would drag Ares’ entrails out.
Game over.
Dagger’s bear attacked, and Ares evaded a strike but put no distance between them. He instead ran around and bit down on the bear’s lower leg, ripping tendons when he jerked his head.
The grizzly kicked out with his other rear leg, catching Ares in his right side.
Mother, that hurt!
Damn wolf kept jumping back and forth, jaws open to find another spot he could tear open.
