HIS BABY TO BEAR - 24

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y F O U R

He didn't appear to be bothered by the fact that he couldn't breathe. He didn't mind that he couldn't see anything and that the smoke from the grenade was clogging his nose. He was only concerned with the fact that he could smell wolves in the room and that he was going to fuck up every single one of them.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed two wolves bounding up the stairs, their pelts perfectly white. He was well aware that they were not the only ones. He could feel several sets of paws around him as he charged forward, light and impatient, waiting for him to slip and overpower him. But he wasn't just a bear on a mission; he was protecting a mate and a cub. Nothing was more ferocious than a bear in this state of rage.