7. THE THRILLS OF THE CORRUPTED p. 2

As Isaiah waited for the signs, he felt his heart jumping with the slightest of movement from the others. The hairless bear was still sitting guard by the campfire, and to maintain his credibility as a sleeping hostage, he had to use every bit of effort to resist glaring at him. He knew he didn’t need to look, for he had looked a hundred times already, and it didn’t seem like he would become any smaller than he currently was. His neck was probably double the size of his own, and from the look of his scars (the less prominent ones but still severe), it seemed he’d been through many battles and won all of them. Other than the detail that he would be sleeping this time around, Isaiah couldn’t see how the results would be any different this time.