Chapter 107

The bear has its eyes wide open, glassy, tongue hanging from an open mouth, framed with teeth, eliciting no breath, and blood streams from both nostrils. It’s vacant, staring at nothing, and I realize whatever I did, it messed the bear up inside, and it’s dead. I can tell without touching it that its life force and aura are entirely gone. My senses are tuning in and finding nothing. I did that. I killed the bear with whatever I threw that I couldn’t see. I don’t know whether to feel relieved, proud or devastated because I did that alone. That I pulled some weird power out of my gut and took down a bear with nothing more than air. My heart constricts, my gut twists, and I suddenly have the overwhelming urge to throw up as human emotions kick in and slight shock takes over. I begin to tremble, heart pounding against my chest wall, mind racing over the fact I just had my second ever, real full-on battle with something capable of killing me, and this time, I didn’t almost die at his hands