The moment I squeezed my eyes shut, the small, claustrophobic space erupted. I couldn't see, but the sensations were overwhelming. There was a sickening, wet slither—the sound of skin stretching and bones shifting—and then a roar from the bear that was so loud it rattled my teeth.
Damar didn't fight with his bare hands. He knew he had too much at stake so he transformed.
I felt the air in the 'closet' suddenly grow colder, displaced by a massive, muscular presence. The bear's snarl turned into a panicked yelp, followed by a series of heavy thuds against the limestone walls. I kept my face buried in my coat, feeling the cubs squirming frantically against my chest.
Raiden was digging his tiny, harmless claws into my skin, his tiny body vibrating, but the girls were dead silent, paralyzed by the sheer predator pressure filling the space.
The sound of the bear's ribs giving way under immense pressure echoed through the stone.
*Crack!*
