DOUBLE TROUBLE WITH THE TWIN WOLVES - 23

He didn't seem to mind that he couldn't breathe. He didn't care that he couldn't see anything and that the smoke from that fucking grenade was clogging his nose. All he cared about was that he could smell wolves in the room and that he was going to fuck up every single one of them.

He noticed two wolves bounding up the stairs, their pelts perfectly white, out of the corner of his eye. He knew they weren't the only ones. As he charged forward, he could feel several sets of paws around him, light and impatient, waiting for him to slip and overpower him. But he wasn't just a bear on a mission; he had a mate and a cub in danger. Nothing was more ferocious than a bear enraged like that.