Page 29 of Grumpy Special Ops Bear: Ep. 3
Fergus grunted in pain, and I looked back to see Price kneeing him in the face. Fergus staggered backward, and I yelled for him until Boyle snarled and pressed the blade against my neck, point first.
“Make another sound, and you’re dead,” he snapped.
I glared but said nothing else.
The fight continued, but then something happened I hadn’t expected.
Price half shifted, his mouth growing into that of a wolf, and he clamped down on Fergus’s shoulder. Fergus yelled in pain. Now that Price was breaking the code of the challenge, Fergus roared so loud it made my limbs shake.
Fergus shifted fully into a bear, and shreds of clothes scattered to the ground. The shift made Price release him, and before Price could react, Fergus whirled around and clamped his mouth on to the wolf’s throat. Fergus flung Price to the side and let him fall to the snow. Price shifted back to human form and held his bleeding throat. He staggered toward Boyle, holding out his hand for aid.
“What are you waiting for?” Price gasped. “Kill him before he kills me.”
But as Fergus closed in on Price, Boyle didn’t move a muscle. He watched as Fergus went in for the kill. Price tried to shift again, but it was too late. Fergus bit down on his throat, and I watched as he yanked it out. Blood covered his face as Price’s lifeless body twitched and then fell to the snow.
Price was dead.
The other wolves stared in shock. But it was Boyle, the one who’d refused to save his alpha, who shoved me aside and charged in. He shifted as he lunged for Fergus and went for his back. He dug all four paws in and held on as Fergus spun around, trying to dislodge him. The other four wolves rushed toward Cutter and Grant.
It was instant chaos, and I could only stand and watch, still in shock at the sudden turn the fight had taken.
Fergus was still trying to deal with Boyle, but the black wolf kept biting his shoulder, back, and any other body part he could get ahold of. I couldn’t stand it any longer, and I glanced around for a weapon. I picked up the knife Boyle had dropped before he’d shifted.
Running toward Boyle, I shoved the knife into his throat as I yelled, “Karma’s a bitch!”
Boyle howled in pain as his body fell to the ground near the edge of the plateau. His claws dug into the snow and rock, trying to keep himself from going all the way over.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as my fingers fumbled over Fergus’s body. “Baby, please… Oh God, this is bad.”
Fergus wasn’t moving.
I glanced up, looking for Cutter’s and Grant’s help, when I saw Boyle had pulled himself up and was heading straight for me.
“Oh fuck no,” I gritted out.
Fergus’s eyes snapped open, and he leaped up with his mouth open wide. He ran toward Boyle, grabbing him midair and shaking him around like a rag doll.
Boyle tried to break away, but he couldn’t get loose. Fergus threw him to the ground. Before Boyle could find his feet, Fergus lifted his front paws and, with all his weight, came down on Boyle’s body, crushing him.
I stared at the mangled body of the wolf. Around me, the fighting continued as Fergus then rushed to aid Grant and Cutter. They made quick work of the remaining wolves.
Whimpers filled the air before an eerie silence descended. The wolves were all dead. Glancing around for a minute, I thought I’d fallen into a war zone. The snow was bright red with blood.
One by one, the bears shifted back to human form. Fergus was instantly at my side, trying to get me to my feet.
“Trinity, are you all right?” he asked.
“They’re all dead,” I whispered. Then I winced when the pain in my side came racing back.
“It’s safe. No war and you’re still here,” Fergus grunted.
I nodded, staring at his body. He had multiple bite marks and scratches. Cutter’s and Grant’s bodies were also covered in wounds. We all stared at one another and then down at the butchered bodies scattered on the ground.
Cutter started chuckling. “Damn, I’ve always liked a good fight.” His lips twitched, and then he broke into full-out laughter.
Grant cracked a smile next, and then Fergus and I both lost it.
We stood on the hill, laughing in the face of death and partially in disbelief that it was all over.
