He understood now why Joe and the men had no choice but to leave. There was no way to survive against this monstrosity. He could only keep on attacking, hoping to tire the bear.

What he needed to do was tear his heart out, but he’d seen the bear was very protective of his chest. If he could get around to the back, maybe he could plunge his hand inside, and pull the heart out. Without a heart, he couldn’t change, he couldn’t do anything.

Their wolf or bear, their animal was part of them, ...