Bearly alive
READING AGE 16+
I'm a brute. A monster, fists for hire. I do the dirty odd jobs that no respected shifter or supernatural ever wants to be associated with. I kill without remorse. I don't ask questions that I don't want to know the answers to, and I certainly never go soft or feel for my targets.
Until I met this one.
I'm Roman, a werebear.
Her name is Stella, a werewolf. Or so I've been told. Right now, looking at her tiny frame I'm starting to doubt that she's more than a measly human. I don't like dealing with humans, it somehow feels like I'm cheating since they don't possess any powers that they could use to fight back. Not that any of them fight back against me, not that they could ever be a match, or get the chance.
Watching her, so skinny, so frail, I briefly wonder if I have the wrong girl.
I grab her by her hair. She winces in pain.
"Shut up!" I growl at her and watch all the color drain from her doll-like face.
Unfold
Stella
A lot of voices. Goddess, that is a lot of voices. Some loud, some hushed though they still hit my eardrums too hard.
Too much commotion. Too much noise. I am trying to sleep and if I were to never wake up, I wouldn't mind it. Not one bit, because what in the Goddess' in great deatil. Too much detail. Unsurprisingly, t……
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