My bear peed on her face and called it a favor.

On orientation day, every Beastmaster freshman had to choose a magical pet. In my last life, Emma, our class representative, took the rarest one there: a nine-tailed silver fox. I ranked dead last and got stuck with the pet nobody wanted, a brown bear with messy mixed blood. Then the world froze. Because I had bonded with Bear, I gained his cold resistance and survived. Emma’s fox was too young. It froze to death on the first day. Jealous, Emma teamed up with the others. They killed Bear and me,