Beartown Characters Novels & Stories

Steven was at the back of the van, grabbing the laundry from her quickly. She didn’t care and had no interest in wolf politics. This was the job she and her mother were paid to do. At the sound of the truck door closing, she couldn’t help but glance over to see Beau himself. It was strange, she’d not seen this guy around town at all, and yet, in the past five days, she’d seen him quite a few times. He looked … good. Even with dirt on his knees and legs. The arms of his flannel shirt were rolled up, and she noticed there was not a single tattoo on his body. She believed that wolves couldn’t get any kind of ink as their bodies healed too fast.

Its massive jaws tore into my abdomen, ripping out a chunk of flesh, and my intestines spilled out grotesquely. With blood dripping from its jaws, the bear attacked again, sinking its teeth into my arm and thigh. The searing pain forced a scream from my throat, a sound so raw it barely felt human. Yet Damon and Bonnie remained hidden behind a tree, watching my torment with glee. When the bear finally left, Damon and his lover sauntered over to me. His face twisted in disgust at the sight of my mutilated body, blood still pouring from the gaping wounds, bones visible beneath the shredded flesh. He spat on me and then, with a casual flick of his foot, kicked my intestines aside.