irresistible. He crashed into Tarlan, knocking all the wind from his lungs and throwing him to the ground. Fighting for breath, heart hammering with fear and excitement, Tarlan stared up into those blazing eyes.
âKill you!â thundered the bear. His mouth yawned, revealing immense yellow teeth. Saliva dripped onto Tarlanâs face. The bearâs breath was unspeakably bad.
âKill me if you want to,â said Tarlan, barely controlling his terror. âI canât stop you. Youâre free to do whatever you want now, Brock. Youâre free.â
The bear drew back his paw. In the faint starlight, each claw looked like a sword. His rancid breath hung around his gaping jaws in a steaming halo.
Abruptly, the bear closed his mouth, lowered his upraised paw, and stepped away from Tarlan.
âFree,â said Brock, as if tasting the word for the first time. He looked at the trees, at the sky, then at Tarlan. âYou freed Brock. Brock thanks you.â
âYouâre welcome.â
Tarlan rose and stroked the bearâs ragged muzzle with one trembling hand.
âRemarkable!â said Melchior. âI have seen many things in my long days, Tarlan, but never anything quite like that.â
âOy! What dâyou think youâre doing?!â
Tarlan turned to see the burly man from the tavern loping up to the cottage. One of his fists was clenched around a whip. His face was crimson with fury.
Instantly loyal to their new companion, Greythorn and Filos stepped in front of Brock, lowered their heads, and raised their hackles. Their growls filled the night.
âNo,â said Tarlan, waving them back. âThis is Brockâs fight.â
The bear squinted at him, his ferocity replaced with such a look of confusion that Tarlanâs heart broke.
âItâs all right, Brock,â he said. âYouâre free to do this, too.â
Understanding dawned on the bearâs ravaged face. Drawing back his lips to reveal those enormous teeth, he reared up on his hind legs. Tarlan gasped. He was tall for his age, but the bear was fully twice his height.
The man never stood a chance. As Brock crashed back to the ground and charged, he drew back his whip, but the bear was quicker, closing his jaws around the manâs wrist and clamping them shut. Tarlan heard a sickening crunch , then the manâs severed hand dropped to the ground.
âAieee!â the man shrieked. âDonât . . . donât . . .â
Grabbing the man with his huge paws, Brock picked up his torturer and hurled him into the cage, still screaming. The man landed upside down, blood squirting from the stump of his wrist. His eyes rolled up to show the whites and his howls of pain reduced to faint bleating sounds.
Brock advanced on him once more.
âNo,â said Tarlan, blocking the bearâs path. Brock snarled at him with such ferocity that Tarlan thought for a moment heâd gone too far.
âDonât kill him.â
The bear swayed on his hind legs, staring down at Tarlan with rage-filled eyes.
âWant to bite him! All the way through!â
âNo. Let him live. Heâll tell his friends what happened here. They might think twice about keeping animals locked up after that.â
The bearâs black brow contracted as he considered this.
âBrock wants to kill him,â he said, but his growling voice had lost its angry edge.
âI know. I understand.â
At last, with a low grunt, Brock dropped to all fours and turned his back on the man whoâd kept him prisoner.
âWhere will Brock go?â the bear said.
âThat isnât for me to say,â Tarlan answered. âItâs for you to choose.â
After a long moment the bear asked, âWhat is your name?â
âTarlan.â
Another pause. Then:
âBrock will come with Tarlan.â
Tarlan grinned. âI was hoping you were going to say
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