Bear The Burn (Firebear Brides 1)
stopped, but when he saw her take a tiny breath, his body kicked into gear again. Dragging her body out of there, he picked her up in his arms and cradled her close. He threw the thick leather jacket over her and prayed that it would hold the flames away long enough while he went back the same way as he came.
    The thick growl in his throat was nothing more than a silenced scream as the intense heat caught on his clothes and lapped at his skin, making him hurt like hell. When he came across on the other side of the flames, he kept running for a bit, putting distance between them and the fire.
    I fucking knew something bad was going to happen, he thought, collapsing to his knees and laying Tiana down on the dry grass.
    Peeling off the jacket, he was relieved to see that she was mostly unharmed. Her breaths got deeper as they were away from the smoke, and a quick assessment left Royce falling back on his haunches, taking a deep breath. She didn’t need mouth-to-mouth, but she would probably need to be seen by a doctor. Looking behind him, he could see the fire still roaring with full effect, threatening to get bigger and take over the whole patch of forest between Hamilton House and Shifter Grove.
    His stomach roiled at the thought of losing that beautiful, pristine bit of wilderness, but Tiana came first. She groaned softly and her eyes fluttered open, those perfect brown eyes staring up at him in surprise.
    “Are we…” she asked, trailing off as she saw the red glow behind him.
    “We’re safe,” he said, smiling. “We got out.”
    “You found me?” she asked, weakly pushing herself up to sit.
    “Yeah. But we can talk later. Can you walk?” he asked, pulling her up by her hands and letting her lean on him.
    He hissed in a breath, feeling the extent of his own wounds, but ignoring the pain. As he started leading her out step by step, he heard shouts and voices coming from the road. One of the loudest voices he heard was Redmond’s.
    “We’re here,” Royce called, only to face his brother a second later.
    The younger Hamilton looked relieved, but the emotion only had place on his expression for a second.
    “Thank the spirits you’re okay. What happened?” he asked, letting Tiana lean on him on the other side.
    “My car ran out of gas and before I knew it, I was surrounded. I couldn’t get out. I’m so sorry I drove off like that. It was dumb of me,” Tiana confessed, looking from Royce to Redmond and back again. “I hated hearing you fight. I don’t want to drive a wedge between your family,” she said, and Royce’s insides twisted.
    He’d have to have a long talk with that woman. Family was important, but a bear’s mate was just as important, if not more so.
    “Don’t worry about that. I overacted,” Redmond said, leading them to the other side of the fire, where a number of trucks were gathering and people were already working to quell the blaze through various means.
    Royce was surprised to see that the locals actually had decent preparation, using chemical suppressants and working in an organized manner. Redmond walked them over to a worried-looking woman, who had Tiana sit down on the tailgate of a truck and opened up her medkit.
    Redmond pulled away and joined the firefighting efforts. Royce could see immediately that it was his little brother who had set up their haphazard system, using the locals’ strengths to their advantage. He turned to go join them when the nurse caught him by the hand and stopped him.
    “Oh no you don’t,” she said. “Sit yourself down here and let me clean those wounds. Werebear or not, if your arm ends up rotting off, you won’t be any use to anyone,” she said sternly, as several other trucks and more pulled up.
    Royce recognized her as Kacey, the wife of one of Shifter Grove’s founders, Warren, who was undoubtedly in the thick of things fighting the fire. Tiana grabbed Royce’s hand and only that reminded him suddenly to breathe, her soft touch rousing

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