partially formed, trapped between a man and a bear’s body.
“Lady, I need your help. My leg is stuck.” He didn’t have time to explain.
“What are you doing in my trap?” She shook her head, trying to clear it more.
“You’re trap?” Anger ripped through him. So, she was the one responsible for this? He figured so much, but now he knew for certain. And he wanted to help her? What a fool he was. He’d rather leave her here to suffer...if he didn’t need her help.
“Wolves,” she said, her breathing ragged.
“How do you undo it? The springs, I can’t...” He grew more frustrated, trying to stay conscious, as his head got woozier.
“No. It doesn’t. I adapted it. It has a lock,” she said. “The wolves turn into...” She knew in that moment exactly what was in front of her, a shifter.
Chapter 2
“L ook what you’ve done to me,” he cried out in anger. A deep, vibrating howl came up from inside of him. Ian tried to stuff his frustration down. A clear head was what he needed more than anything.
“I’ll go get help. I’ll help,” she said, barely loud enough for him to hear. Yelping as she tried to stand on her mangled foot, she stumbled forward and collapsed. The pain was too much.
Ian softened for a moment, before realizing that this one person was responsible for both of their injuries. Anger washed over him again.
Dallas attempted to stand a second time. Her face scrunched up, wrapped in agony. Her breathing grew deeper as she forced herself to remain upright and standing. Taking a single step forward, she fell to the ground. Tears were following by rambling. “I’m going to die. I’m going to bleed to death out here. There was so much I wanted to do, and now I’ll never get to. And there’s a bear and a man, and I don’t know if it’s real or I’m hallucinating.”
Ian watched her sob and rattle off a bunch of incoherent words. Nothing she was saying made sense. “Can you come closer?” He was pulling his shirt over his head. “I’ll wrap your foot. We can try to make a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.”
She looked at him, her eyes wide. “You want to help me?” She didn’t trust him. He was scary, an actual bear, and her gun was out of her reach now. He’d mangle her and tear her to shreds. She knew what wild animals did. And he was trapped, which made him more dangerous. She couldn’t trust him. No way. She needed to get out of there. She’d drag her body out, crawl if she had to...on her knees or belly. Yes! She could crawl. Why hadn’t it dawned on her before?
She took one last look at him, and then shifted, rolling over, and started to drag her body away from him.
“Wait, don’t go; I need help,” he shot out after her. “Don’t leave me here!”
“I have to go. You’re a bear. You’ll eat me.” She kept apologizing. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m a man. Please, come back. I’m part man. I’m a shifter. I won’t hurt you. I don’t hurt humans.” He was desperate. If she left, there would be nobody for far too long.
She turned to look over her shoulder. “You’re just saying that. You’re trying to trick me so you can eat me. You need food. You’re stuck.”
“For crying out loud, help me. Please.” Ian cried out to her one last time, begging for sympathy.
Dallas stopped moving and shifted her body the other direction, wanting to take a better look at who was talking to her. Was he really a man? Bears couldn’t talk, yet she saw his fur, saw his teeth, and saw him with her own two eyes. Nothing made sense anymore.
“We can help each other. We can do this together. We’ll both get help together.” He pleaded. She was his only chance.
She inched a little bit closer, her eyes glued to him, terrified he might launch at her any second even though she knew he was trapped. “And you won’t hurt me?”
“I won’t hurt you. I want to help you. We can stop the bleeding.” He held up his shirt, now that his body was morphed back into
Gillian Doyle, Susan Leslie Liepitz