Chapter 75. I Did It

Somehow, I manage to inhale a breath, so my lungs inflate and push my shattered fractured bones back together enough to heal again, but that internal energy I could feel building suddenly encases me fully with every step it takes towards me. My anger knows no bounds anymore, and I focus on a rage comparable to the fiery depths of hell right at that monstrous asshat. It’s around me, shrouding me, like a veil I can almost see, translucent, yet it’s tingling my skin, urging me to wrap it up and pull it in. Feed on it and use it. I can’t explain it, but it’s like the air becomes a thin fabric of something tangible and touchable, something I want to grab and take in my hands.

The bear moves in at me, growling and wailing high into the sky with a wave of blood-curdling anger that probably translates to ‘die bitch’, and I struggle to get up, still recovering, still dazed, with this milky, not entirely clear, air invading my space. Without understanding the why, not questioning where