Stars exploded in his vision, and he leapt back to avoid a second punch. Galen snarled. He kept getting distracted. He couldn’t find the source of the distraction, but something inside him continuously urged him to cast his gaze skyward, which was giving his opponent a hell of an advantage. His cat was prowling, clawing at him to do something. If only the beast could actually talk to him and tell him what the fuck was up. Galen had been dealing with the pissy creature all week while the strange mating dreams had been invading his sleep. And now, when he needed to be concentrating on kicking ass, the beast was all about distractions. Galen leapt at the bear, ramming his head into his stomach and sending the male to the sand. With a practiced move, he spun and pinned the male, bending his arm at an unnatural angle. The male growled in anger but couldn’t get free without breaking his own arm. Triumph speared through Galen. This was the last fight of the night. Ten thousand dollars was riding on it.
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