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Authors: Anya Nowlan
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trying to keep them all moving.
While the pain and futility of keeping away from Abigail nearly consumed him, he threw himself into his work. Determining whether it had been the Hasslebacks starting those fires had become his one goal, driving him to study and revisit each and every fire site and look for a pattern that would lead him back to the werebear twins.
With all of that at the forefront of his mind, Ragnar knew he was getting sloppy. The moment the tall pine tree, fully in flames, came crashing down mere inches from him was sign enough of that.
“Ragnar, you okay?” Royce hollered, holding onto one of the hoses and spraying the arc of water onto the burning brush high and strong.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, shaking his head and securing his hard hat a bit better.
He ran past Royce, having been on his way to check on Redmond. There were two hoses on Old Bell, leaving one of them as a runner between the firebears and the rest of the crew made up of Shifter Grove locals. Ragnar respected those men. Though few of them were even from around here, unlike Battle and Argo and the Hamiltons, each and every one of them seemed to treat Shifter Grove as a permanent home and they were willing to go through hell or high water to protect it. Or high fire, as was the case here.
“The south side is getting under control. The winds are helping with the efforts there and the fire’s becoming localized here,” he yelled over the roar of the flames that he’d come to know so well.
“Good,” Redmond replied, gritting his teeth as he maneuvered the jet of water. “We can’t keep going forever anyway. Need to refill the tank soon.”
Ragnar nodded, going to check the tank levels. Thankfully, they were okay for now. It wasn’t a massive fire in any sense of the word. The one he’d seen at Rake’s place had been far worse. This one seemed almost casual in comparison, like an afterthought. That alone should have tipped Ragnar off sooner.
As he was turning back to walk to Redmond, something struck him, like an arrow to the heart. He was left gasping for a moment, frozen in place. It felt very much like what he imagined losing a limb would feel like. Twisting, wringing pain that seemed to take hold of him for a moment that lasted far too long. When he managed to draw breath again, Ragnar knew what was wrong.
Abigail.
Something was happening to Abigail and he knew he needed to find her.
“I need to go,” he roared over his shoulder, scrambling past Old Bell and running toward Deacon who was taking a momentary breather after coming from the other end of the fire site. “I need your truck!” Ragnar said, his entire body speaking of urgency.
Deacon took one look at him and snaked out the keys from his pocket. It didn’t take much for one shifter to understand another’s pain and it wasn’t like Ragnar was hiding anything in this case. With a barely mumbled thank you on his lips, Ragnar scrambled into the truck and kicked it into gear. He floored it as soon as he could, sending dust flying in his wake as he peeled out of the command post on one of the rural roads.
His body was pricked with goose bumps as he made the truck go as fast as it possibly could, taking any and every shortcut he could think of to reach home faster. Hamilton House seemed like it had been moved a million miles farther away, with every second taking ten times as long in Ragnar’s head.
I’m coming, beautiful, he thought desperately.
He didn’t know what it was that made him so sure that something was wrong with Abigail, but his bear was adamant about it and his physical reaction was chilling. Never had he felt that kind of panic. Gnashing his teeth, he reached the intersection leading to the house and his stomach dropped when he saw the clear, harrowing signs of a fire blazing somewhere close to the house.
The truck wanted to bump off the road a few times as he made it go far faster than the snaking road allowed. As he got closer,
While the pain and futility of keeping away from Abigail nearly consumed him, he threw himself into his work. Determining whether it had been the Hasslebacks starting those fires had become his one goal, driving him to study and revisit each and every fire site and look for a pattern that would lead him back to the werebear twins.
With all of that at the forefront of his mind, Ragnar knew he was getting sloppy. The moment the tall pine tree, fully in flames, came crashing down mere inches from him was sign enough of that.
“Ragnar, you okay?” Royce hollered, holding onto one of the hoses and spraying the arc of water onto the burning brush high and strong.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, shaking his head and securing his hard hat a bit better.
He ran past Royce, having been on his way to check on Redmond. There were two hoses on Old Bell, leaving one of them as a runner between the firebears and the rest of the crew made up of Shifter Grove locals. Ragnar respected those men. Though few of them were even from around here, unlike Battle and Argo and the Hamiltons, each and every one of them seemed to treat Shifter Grove as a permanent home and they were willing to go through hell or high water to protect it. Or high fire, as was the case here.
“The south side is getting under control. The winds are helping with the efforts there and the fire’s becoming localized here,” he yelled over the roar of the flames that he’d come to know so well.
“Good,” Redmond replied, gritting his teeth as he maneuvered the jet of water. “We can’t keep going forever anyway. Need to refill the tank soon.”
Ragnar nodded, going to check the tank levels. Thankfully, they were okay for now. It wasn’t a massive fire in any sense of the word. The one he’d seen at Rake’s place had been far worse. This one seemed almost casual in comparison, like an afterthought. That alone should have tipped Ragnar off sooner.
As he was turning back to walk to Redmond, something struck him, like an arrow to the heart. He was left gasping for a moment, frozen in place. It felt very much like what he imagined losing a limb would feel like. Twisting, wringing pain that seemed to take hold of him for a moment that lasted far too long. When he managed to draw breath again, Ragnar knew what was wrong.
Abigail.
Something was happening to Abigail and he knew he needed to find her.
“I need to go,” he roared over his shoulder, scrambling past Old Bell and running toward Deacon who was taking a momentary breather after coming from the other end of the fire site. “I need your truck!” Ragnar said, his entire body speaking of urgency.
Deacon took one look at him and snaked out the keys from his pocket. It didn’t take much for one shifter to understand another’s pain and it wasn’t like Ragnar was hiding anything in this case. With a barely mumbled thank you on his lips, Ragnar scrambled into the truck and kicked it into gear. He floored it as soon as he could, sending dust flying in his wake as he peeled out of the command post on one of the rural roads.
His body was pricked with goose bumps as he made the truck go as fast as it possibly could, taking any and every shortcut he could think of to reach home faster. Hamilton House seemed like it had been moved a million miles farther away, with every second taking ten times as long in Ragnar’s head.
I’m coming, beautiful, he thought desperately.
He didn’t know what it was that made him so sure that something was wrong with Abigail, but his bear was adamant about it and his physical reaction was chilling. Never had he felt that kind of panic. Gnashing his teeth, he reached the intersection leading to the house and his stomach dropped when he saw the clear, harrowing signs of a fire blazing somewhere close to the house.
The truck wanted to bump off the road a few times as he made it go far faster than the snaking road allowed. As he got closer,
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