CLEIN
The huge bear's guttural death groan continued to rattle in the muggy tropical air, but my attention was drawn to a far more immediate menace.
The alarming visage of Sun Gunnar.
Oh, crap!
My hand involuntarily moved to my nape, an uneasy behavior that I swiftly suppressed.
A few steps away, I watched Blaze squirming, his face contorted under his elder brother's smothering grip.
"f**k off, you freak!" He choked, his voice a raspy growl tinged with hatred.
Sun's nostrils flared, unleashing a quiet, predatory huff. "This mini-game of yours is getting mature, brother, and you never learn."
The remarks were composed and chilling, and I observed, drawn in, as Blaze's face bled from pale to lethal purple. A gurgling sound emerged from his throat, and an uncomfortable dread settled i
