Sawman Werebear (Saw Bears #4) Read Online Free PDF

flooding her. She couldn’t survive this. Not again.
    The full moonlight bathed his face in shades of blue as he slowly mouthed, I’ll pull her from you .
    “You’re insane!” she said, jerking hard to escape his grasp.
    His fingers were like an iron vice on her arm.
    “You’re hurting me.”
    Brighton released her immediately, eyes wide. I’ll pull her from you, and you’ll feel better.
    “Stay away from me,” she said as she backed away from him.
    He followed slowly, kicking out of his boots.
    “I said stay back!”
    He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them past his hipbones, past more stripes of scars. “Please,” she pleaded in a whisper. “Don’t do this.”
    I won’t hurt you.
    A smattering of pops echoed through the woods, like the snapping of bones, and Brighton grew larger. And as a scream lodged in her throat, an enormous beast burst from him.
    Shocked into stillness by consuming fear, she gasped to release her terrified shriek, but couldn’t find the voice to do so. Who would hear her, anyway? This couldn’t be happening. Black, curved, dagger-like claws ripped from his fingers, and dark fur exploded from his body, covering him completely. His face morphed into something terrifying and wild as he stood to his full, towering height. Petrified, she stooped and covered her ears as moisture burned her eyes.
    No, no, no. This wasn’t possible. Brighton wasn’t a bear. That wasn’t even in the realm of possibilities. Bear men didn’t exist!
    As he fell forward on all fours, the earth shook with the force. Made of weapons for ripping and maiming, his paws were bigger than her head. He’d brought her all the way up here to kill and eat her.
    She wasn’t Brighton’s friend.
    She was his prey.
    Horror locked her legs, and she fell backward into the dirt. She landed hard on her elbows, scraping one against a jagged stone. Pain zinged up her arm, and the scent of iron filled the air. She was sobbing now as tears streamed down her face. Brighton stood over her, one paw on either side of her shoulders, then he buried his nose against her neck.
    Something was opening inside of her, hurting her, shredding her. She bowed against the pain, but it didn’t help. The hurt grew from her middle, increasing in intensity until she clenched her hands and cried out. Brighton pushed a giant paw under her, scratching her back through the thin material of her dress. He pulled her against his chest, and she knew the end was coming.
    Her throat slammed closed, and her body went rigid, and this time Brighton wasn’t going to help her through the seizure.
    He was going to kill her.

Chapter Five
    Brighton didn’t understand. All Everly had to do was Change—give the bear her body and she wouldn’t seize anymore. She wouldn’t feel sick or waste away. He was calling to her bear, could sense her just under Everly’s surface. Hers was a quiet bear, perhaps the most submissive he’d ever encountered, but it shouldn’t hurt her like this to Turn. It shouldn’t be this hard.
    Unless she didn’t know her bear existed yet.
    Shit.
    Clamping his canines against the pain of another Change so quick, he squeezed his eyes closed and melted back into his human skin. She wasn’t breathing. He cupped her face and searched her wide, terror-filled, silver eyes. Her bear was right there, so why wasn’t she coming out?
    “Breathe,” he whispered. Pushing air particles through his ruined throat felt like swallowing glass, but he wanted her to know he was right here with her.
    Her body curled in on itself, then relaxed and went limp. She gasped for air, and he cradled her head, propped her up, and rocked her gently.
    “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he whispered over and over again. He deserved the pain of the soft words he forced out.
    A sob wrenched from her throat, and she curled into a fetal position. She looked pale and shaken, and when he lifted her into his arms, she lay there limp. He nuzzled her forehead, unable to keep from