Bearly Alive

The sweet smell of her skin called to me. She was strewn across the forest floor like a broken angel. I hoped it wasn’t too late. Her once silken hair stuck to her face, matted and caked in blood. I moved in closer and listened carefully. Relief rushed through me. She was breathing, but barely alive. I knew I had to save her.

When I find out who’s responsible, I’ll hunt them down like the savage beast I am. Nobody capable of doing this to another is deserving of their life. I’ll extinguish them in the blink of an eye, and the world will be a better place.

As for the woman, I’ll claim her for my own.
Mine to keep.
Mine to love.
Life in the Alaskan wilderness can be lonely – but it won’t be for me.
Not anymore. Not if I can help it.