My Hockey Alpha
And from that moment on, I knew that the sight that greeted me would be seared into my mind forever.
A massive black panther paced back and forth, towering over us. Its once-sleek black fur was now patchy and dirty, its claws long and sharp and yellowed.
But it was the eyes that really caught my attention—wild, feral, and greenish, with a hint of greenish foam gathering at the corners of its mouth. Just like the bear I had killed.
It hardly even seemed to notice our presence. It just paced, growling softly under its breath, too weak and hungry to even look at me.