War Bear of Piston by T.S. Joyce

War Bear of Piston by T.S. Joyce

Author:T.S. Joyce [Joyce, T.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B0BVJ34KT9
Publisher: Wicked Willow Press
Published: 2023-02-10T05:00:00+00:00


Chapter Eight

I want to kill Dall, Biergon said in Foster’s mind.

Foster twitched his head and set another log on the chopping block. Chop! The sound of his ax splitting the wood echoed through the clearing. “You had your chance to kill him yesterday, and you chose not to.”

Because I want to do it the proper way.

“Oh yeah? And what’s the proper way of killing someone?”

Not someone. A challenger. We must beat him in a Challenge for the throne.

“If you are King, then why do you have to go through Challenges? Didn’t you already win those once?”

Yes. But the Clan does not fully believe I am me.

“That you are Biergon.”

Yes. No one in our history has seen an animal choose a different body. They do not understand.

“And you killing Dall and the other challengers proves that you are Biergon.”

That we are Biergon. Yes. And also I did not know he was planning on taking Jaydah as his second mate. I would’ve killed him yesterday if I would’ve known.

“Romantic,” he said sarcastically. “Stop calling us Biergon. You are Biergon, and I am Foster. I’ve already lost too much of myself here. At least let me keep my damn name. And maybe Jaydah is better off with her people.”

Do not pretend you were fine with her telling us that. Dall is a cruel mate. His first wife is damaged from his attention. Jaydah would end up the same.

Foster frowned and stood up to his full height. “Then why didn’t you fight him before? If you knew he was hurting his mate, why didn’t you destroy him?”

Because.

“Because why?”

Well…because I didn’t think about that until now. That’s just how things are done here.

“Did you love your mother?” he asked.

The bear inside of him was silent for a full minute.

Chop.

Chop.

Yes. She was a good mother. Bear shifters are naturally good mothers.

“Would you have stood for a male harming her?” Foster asked.

He was met with more silence as the bear mulled over his question.

Chop.

Chop.

Yes.

“Yes?” Foster demanded, standing upright again. He let the blade of the ax rest on the snowy ground and leaned on the handle. “Why the fuck would allow anyone to harm your mother? Just because she’s a female? Why, Biergon?”

Because.

Foster huffed a breath and shook his head.

You are judging me?

“Fuck yeah I am. Did someone harm your mother?”

Yes.

“And let me guess, you allowed it because that’s the way it is?”

Biergon didn’t answer. Instead, he grew very quiet inside of him, and shrank until Foster could barely feel him at all.

Good. Asshole should think about right and wrong.

Chop.

“Hi.” Jaydah’s voice startled him. Foster had been deep in thought, focused on the sounds near the river and that damn crow that had been calling out all morning. He hadn’t noticed the door opening. “The others are still sleeping.”

She shocked him with how pretty she looked out here in the gray dawn light with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her fiery red hair wild in waves, her vibrant green eyes soft on him.

“Hey,” he said. “Did you sleep good?”

“Like a drunkard.



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