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Authors: Lynn Red
Tags: Paranormal, alpha male, alpha male romance, PNR, bear shifter, werewolf romance, werebear romance, were bear, alpha bear shifter
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deepest, weirdest looking blue eyes that went just perfectly with his sharp, lupine features.
That boy was the only wolf I ever loved. Anyway, I passed him a note just after lunch. All it said was ‘do you want to be my boyfriend?’ and had a checkbox for yes and one for no.
Just thinking back about it makes me feel a little stupid, but the next time I saw Chad, I was sorta blushing and excited but he walked straight past me.
Turns out, he thought the note came from a different girl who he actually liked.
I was crushed. Like, absolutely, horribly, curl-up-in-a-ball crushed.
First thing I did was run out here and sit on this exact rock.
I scratched the back of my head. Staring down into the meandering creek, I couldn’t help but notice how tired I looked. Even all foxed-out, my eyes didn’t have their normal glitter. Could’ve been how I’d been thinking about Reid the night before... or it could’ve been – and more likely was – that “the night before” had lasted until like four hours before my hindquarters hit the rock.
Some starlings flitted past and chortled at each other. I giggled, thinking about the beetle-stealing starling from my windowsill, and I just jumped.
The second I hit the cool water, I came alive.
Rolling over and over, I dove to the bottom, and wrapped my paws around the rocky bed before pushing back up.
My head broke through the surface of the water and I threw my hair back and forth. Off in the distance, a stick broke and starlings sang. As I sat there, treading water, I noticed a squirrel under a pine picking at the nuts inside a fallen pine cone and watched him for a moment.
I wondered if that was Eustace, about to ask me for another date, and I giggled to myself.
Down I went again, so free, so wonderfully free. I had to work soon, yeah, but right then it didn’t matter. That time on the way back up, I opened my mouth and let the chilly water fill my mouth. I spat it in a fountain when I came back up for air.
That was the second time I heard a crack.
“Is someone there?” I asked the mostly empty woods. It was so early that I doubted any other half-animals were running around. “Hello?”
No answer came, but there was another crackle and some ruffling, like leaves were disturbed. “Come on,” I said. “Who’s there? This is getting old. What’s the point of scaring me?” I gulped.
I wish Crag were here , I thought. Then I promptly chastised myself for thinking that. And then I thought it again.
Stupidest thing in the world. I shook my head, and then looked in the direction of the noise as I scratched a sudden itch on my side with one of my back paws.
Dragging myself out of the water, I shook dry and lay down on my rock outcropping. I sniffed the air, hoping for a hint of whatever was out there, but got nothing – not even a whiff. Overhead, there were no birds and even the little squirrel fighting the pinecone had vanished.
Slowly, I scanned the tree line. There was just nothing to see. Nothing to smell. I spun in place, search the woods on that side, too.
Another crack came, this one louder though. And right after, there came a grunt, and a groan.
The head that poked out of the forest was really, really not what I expected.
Round, wild-eyed and ferocious, the bear I saw was a golden color, like leather that was half tanned.
Patterns ran around his eyes, and down both sides of his neck, then around his shoulders. He shambled out of the woods, into the clearing. The way he looked at me felt familiar. I cocked my head to the side.
Before he noticed me, I stared for a long second at the huge monster, drinking him in. Every inch of him was covered in the same shaggy, gold fur, and every bit of him trembled with strength. He took a step, then another, and the whole world seemed to tremble with his power.
My mouth just hung open, my eyes glued onto him.
And then he turned to me.
For a second – a short, terrible, horrifying second – our eyes locked. He
That boy was the only wolf I ever loved. Anyway, I passed him a note just after lunch. All it said was ‘do you want to be my boyfriend?’ and had a checkbox for yes and one for no.
Just thinking back about it makes me feel a little stupid, but the next time I saw Chad, I was sorta blushing and excited but he walked straight past me.
Turns out, he thought the note came from a different girl who he actually liked.
I was crushed. Like, absolutely, horribly, curl-up-in-a-ball crushed.
First thing I did was run out here and sit on this exact rock.
I scratched the back of my head. Staring down into the meandering creek, I couldn’t help but notice how tired I looked. Even all foxed-out, my eyes didn’t have their normal glitter. Could’ve been how I’d been thinking about Reid the night before... or it could’ve been – and more likely was – that “the night before” had lasted until like four hours before my hindquarters hit the rock.
Some starlings flitted past and chortled at each other. I giggled, thinking about the beetle-stealing starling from my windowsill, and I just jumped.
The second I hit the cool water, I came alive.
Rolling over and over, I dove to the bottom, and wrapped my paws around the rocky bed before pushing back up.
My head broke through the surface of the water and I threw my hair back and forth. Off in the distance, a stick broke and starlings sang. As I sat there, treading water, I noticed a squirrel under a pine picking at the nuts inside a fallen pine cone and watched him for a moment.
I wondered if that was Eustace, about to ask me for another date, and I giggled to myself.
Down I went again, so free, so wonderfully free. I had to work soon, yeah, but right then it didn’t matter. That time on the way back up, I opened my mouth and let the chilly water fill my mouth. I spat it in a fountain when I came back up for air.
That was the second time I heard a crack.
“Is someone there?” I asked the mostly empty woods. It was so early that I doubted any other half-animals were running around. “Hello?”
No answer came, but there was another crackle and some ruffling, like leaves were disturbed. “Come on,” I said. “Who’s there? This is getting old. What’s the point of scaring me?” I gulped.
I wish Crag were here , I thought. Then I promptly chastised myself for thinking that. And then I thought it again.
Stupidest thing in the world. I shook my head, and then looked in the direction of the noise as I scratched a sudden itch on my side with one of my back paws.
Dragging myself out of the water, I shook dry and lay down on my rock outcropping. I sniffed the air, hoping for a hint of whatever was out there, but got nothing – not even a whiff. Overhead, there were no birds and even the little squirrel fighting the pinecone had vanished.
Slowly, I scanned the tree line. There was just nothing to see. Nothing to smell. I spun in place, search the woods on that side, too.
Another crack came, this one louder though. And right after, there came a grunt, and a groan.
The head that poked out of the forest was really, really not what I expected.
Round, wild-eyed and ferocious, the bear I saw was a golden color, like leather that was half tanned.
Patterns ran around his eyes, and down both sides of his neck, then around his shoulders. He shambled out of the woods, into the clearing. The way he looked at me felt familiar. I cocked my head to the side.
Before he noticed me, I stared for a long second at the huge monster, drinking him in. Every inch of him was covered in the same shaggy, gold fur, and every bit of him trembled with strength. He took a step, then another, and the whole world seemed to tremble with his power.
My mouth just hung open, my eyes glued onto him.
And then he turned to me.
For a second – a short, terrible, horrifying second – our eyes locked. He
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