Chapter 61

Cora kept firing her crossbow, and whenever she saw an opening, she'd dash in for a quick slash.

Briar had handed her 500 arrows before the fight. Cora had lost count of how many she'd shot. By now, the bear looked like a walking pincushion.

Plenty of arrows had fallen to the ground, and a good number of them were poison or tranquilizer arrows.

The bear was pretty smart. It seemed to know those tw