could both see it wasn’t their friend; the man was
taller, more muscular than Robert, with shaggy hair cut harshly
around his face. His features were further obscured by a rough
beard, slightly grizzled with blond hairs twisted amongst the
darker threads. Through the faded, dirty clothes, Jennifer spotted
a flicker of dark, twining tribal tattoos on his arm and chest;
corded muscles that she had to admit to herself were more than a
little attractive.
Liam recovered quickly, letting out an
angry roar of his own. “Who the hell are you?” he shouted,
struggling as he leaped to his feet. He cocked a fist and threw his
weight behind a blow aimed at the man’s jaw; the mysterious man
evaded it easily, moving with a speed that startled Jennifer even
as she watched. He ducked and evaded all of the blows that Liam
aimed at him, glancing at her occasionally to make sure she was
okay—or so it seemed. Frustrated, Liam shouted again in wordless
rage, and Jennifer’s heart began to pound even faster as she
watched him pull a hunting knife out of a hidden holster attached
to his jeans.
Liam and the mystery man grabbed onto
each other, grappling; the man seemed to almost have Liam disarmed
in a few moments, twisting his wrist and beginning to push him down
and away. “Guys! Guys! Stop this! Slow down for a second—this is
insane!” Jennifer lunged to try and separate the two and found
herself knocked aside without knowing which of the two combatants
had pushed her away. There was a movement between the two men that
Jennifer couldn’t track, and the sound of a muted grunt of pain.
The next moment, the mysterious man let out a low growl, and
Jennifer gasped as she watched him throw Liam away from him,
tossing the other man across the clearing with a kind of strength
that seemed impossible.
The mysterious man staggered backward
slightly, letting out an ear-splitting roar, and Jennifer fell to
her behind in the dirt and scrub, her hands coming down on the
ground with a jarring impact. She watched in shock as the man
hunched over, letting out a rumbling noise that sounded almost like
a dog, or something larger. Before her stunned eyes, a sort of mist
began to coalesce around the man, and Jennifer saw his body
contort, muscles twisting and twitching, hair beginning to push
through his skin. A gloppy, thick sound mixed with clunking and
clattering, like stones in a cement mixer, filled her ears and
turned her stomach even as the man began to transform. His face
elongated, his hair and beard thickening, covering his features
completely. His hands became covered in dense fur, his fingers
twisting and shifting into pads with long claws. His mouth opened
in a snarl that revealed elongating teeth. In a matter of a few
moments, where a muscled man had stood, instead there was a bear,
with glimmering golden eyes.
Liam had staggered to his feet, and his
eyes widened at the sight of the bear. “Wh-what—what is that
thing?” he shrieked, grabbing blindly at the trees behind
him.
“I think it’s a bear,” Jennifer said
dully, staring at the transformed creature in front of her. The
bear turned its attention onto Liam and let out another
ear-splitting roar, lunging towards him with menace clear in every
inch of its tense body. Liam let out a wordless shriek of fear, and
then ran backwards a few steps before turning on his heel and
darting into the darkness of the woods. Jennifer froze, torn
between curiosity and fear, unsure what she should do and not even
sure if she should believe her eyes. There had been a man, she had
watched him transform into a bear. That wasn’t the sort of thing
that should be even remotely possible. The bear turned around and
Jennifer found herself briefly face-to-face with the beast. There
was something in the glimmering, shimmering golden eyes—a kind of
kindness, an understanding that flickered through them though
Jennifer couldn’t say how. It snuffed at her, sniffing and
snorting,