Beartown Series Novels & Stories

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

It thrills me. Without a word, she gets out of the car and shifts. Bones and muscles snap and twist until her wolf stands there, huge and furious. My pulse spikes. I get out and shift too, my own massive form hitting the pavement. We cross the street, silent, deliberate. Somewhere a dog barks. Erianna moves like a shadow. When she reaches a window, she freezes. I follow her gaze and there it is. The truth. Phil, eating dinner with his wife and two children. Humans. I smell it from here.

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.