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lying still in front of me. Only this time, it isn’t a deer, as I think it is. It is a

through my thick Brown hair. My head is

he d

g forward with a finger under her nose. I feel something like

eel right next to her. My eyes trail dow

holding a dead naked

rd not to take a glance over her body, but I do. My now greedy eyes took a not-so-quick survey of her body. Her fair round

her lying in my arms, her bare skin agai

t is between them. I see a little bit of hair around her woman, and goddess help me as it takes m

e one. So I pushed the thought aside and stared at

I to d

all never happened since Wolves li

f, who seems to have abandoned me in this mess. Unable to get a resp

and….. I push replaying the scene aside and stare at her now pale face. She looks pretty with her pointy nose and

is thick, naked, and by this time. A chaperone every-time must accompa

ked stepmother somewhere who had pushed her out to….Ju

ickly pick up my gun, standing

ignore it and go my way, stepping out to where I had parked my car.

y as I ignite the car, turning the key in it

ldly. I didn’t care if she

can snaps. I can imagine him rolling his e

one now? What if the bear had gotten to her by now? Or maybe other animals did? Creepy reptile

lady probably came out for a run in the forest. Her family is probably out there looking for her, worried as h

n a shak

right. Perhaps

say fo

fore I could c

cold-hearted as I am. It makes me wonder if maybe that's why the moon

pe on something that might not be true. I know Olcan more than himself to u

” Olcan snarls, and I immediately know I

old issues over and over again. I am still yet to recover from his constant reminder that I had killed a

ome out. I hear the roar again. This time it sounds louder and angrier. I quickened, running fast i

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l not to awaken or alert whatever danger lurks around. Olcan had gone silent

look so. Plus, I found it hard to remember where I had hit her—the spot I picked her up. Nonetheless, I stil

gh

d from going astray and push the

it, and its black back turned towards me as it seems its attention is on som

my head to see w

h

et. The little naked creature I had h

eave,e wanting to

illy. It looks like someone chickened out at the sight of a b

cof

of nothing. Have you heard my hunting

out a mock

Yes, yes, I have.” He respo

Olcan sometimes gets on my nerves by

hole pack ever doubt my stories, not even the newly b

Boy.” He mocks and giggles again, stick

is starting to

what I can do.” I respond. The anger in

ike and dislike about him—his attempt to always put me to

gly. “Chicken boy.” He mocks ag

t into his lower abdomen and watching him roll on the floor wi

, then adds a brief soft c

ar, the ugly-looking creature with its back

anger is visible in my voice. But it seem

pick up a big stone,

um

l, then pick another and st

as it turns its head to look my way; it

s though warning

and roar too. One that shows that I am ready for

its two small rounded ears stretching and alert. Its hair looks so shaggy. Its plantigrade paws are flat on the

ut because I find them so easy to resist. This isn’t my first fight,

ed, then turned around with its claws stretched ahead, aiming for my face. I dodge its attempt by jumping to the side, not

ceptionally strong. Other bears would have gotten weak from my claws

ered and laughed hysterica

he same thing every time he tries

nger shooting its bullets straight to the sky

I roar and la

ts blood as much as possible. It groans and groans as it tries to free itself from my claws. I sit on it and dig my claws into its stomach, twisting my right h

rength and roars as it st

s I clutch to my aching stomach, and soon my ey