Stevie suddenly hit the ground, her ridiculously long claws covered in blood and gore. The poor girl was panting and sweating and completely freaked out. With her gaze locked on Clark, Charlie ordered the weasel, “Take her inside, Dutch.” “With the bears?” he asked. Charlie scrunched up her nose, annoyed. “Shit.” “No, no,” Stevie ground out. “I’ll be fine.” Pressing her fists against the ground, she forced herself up. “I can be around the bears.” Charlie sighed. “Sweetie—” “I can be around the bears!” That slightly hysterical bellow had both
