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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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tilted his head to one side, and let out a short grunt. It was like he was talking to me, but didn’t quite get it right.
Something about this bear was thrilling and exciting, but something else about him screamed danger.
I backed up one step and then another, until my hind leg was hanging off my rock. I wanted to turn and run, but at the same time, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It was incredibly stupid not to find the nearest hill and run down it, but I just couldn’t stop watching him.
Out here, there’s no telling if the bear you’re looking at is a wild, savage, half-crazy actual bear, or your neighbor out for a morning jog.
With tattoos around his eyes, of course, this was no garden variety zoo-escapee, but I knew for sure I’d never seen this guy around these parts before. And in Jamesburg, new faces were usually, if not bad news, at least not what you wanted to encounter in the middle of the woods.
By the way this guy was looking around I could tell he wasn’t exactly familiar with the area.
He let out another short, half-roar. He wasn’t making any moves toward me, but still, I felt threatened.
Something inside me burned hard and hot and deep. The stupidest thing in the world wasn’t that I was sitting there, perched on a rock above a creek staring at a bear.
Nope.
It was that the whole time, all I was thinking was how much I wished it were Crag.
My heart skipped a beat. Was it? Was it him? No way. How could it be? How could he possibly have found me? There was just no way. But those lines around his eyes made my core clench and relax in a way that I hadn’t felt before last night.
The bear took a step forward and turned his half-roar into a full one. His eyes were locked right in the middle of my forehead.
I looked back and forth for a place to go.
The instant the giant beast ran for me, stomping from rock to rock across the creek, I was off like a shot. I looked back to see him lumbering forward. With a shake of his huge, mighty head, the bear started trotting after me, and then broke into a full-on run.
As he charged, I swear he was saying something – calling out – but my mind was just a terrified jumble.
Getting away from a bear? Easy enough, I guess, as long as there’s somewhere to hide, or a tree to scamper up, or a trashcan to knock over and tempt them with. But getting away from a charging bear when there isn’t any of that stuff?
My lungs started to burn with exertion, which takes quite a bit of doing. He just wouldn’t stop though. The bear wasn’t close, but I also wasn’t losing him. It was just like a scene in one of those slasher movies where the mask-wearing villain just kinda walked after the shrieking, running heroine and somehow still caught her.
I shook my head and tried to push forward, but the edge of the forest was almost in front of me. Inside the woods I sort of had a chance, but out in the open? No way.
But then I had an idea.
Trash can.
In one last, stupid burst of energy, I made a break for the community garbage can behind my apartment. Please someone have thrown grilling trash in here. Some dirty foil, some old hotdogs, something, just... please...
I had no idea what the hell I was doing, but it was my only chance.
For the first time in our little chase, I was losing ground. My lungs were just on fire. The muscles in my legs and my arms and my back all ached like absolute hell. I chanced a look back. That bear was hungry . He had those tendrils of saliva hanging from his jaws. If I didn’t find something for this thing to eat, I had a feeling he wasn’t looking for a girlfriend, he was looking for dinner.
He seemed to hesitate slightly at the edge of the forest, but he couldn’t resist chasing me. I barked a couple of times, just little yip-yip sounds to irritate him. He wasn’t giving up.
The hundred yards to the picnic area seemed like the longest run of my life, and by the time I made it, I knew I couldn’t go much further.
I rolled up
Something about this bear was thrilling and exciting, but something else about him screamed danger.
I backed up one step and then another, until my hind leg was hanging off my rock. I wanted to turn and run, but at the same time, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It was incredibly stupid not to find the nearest hill and run down it, but I just couldn’t stop watching him.
Out here, there’s no telling if the bear you’re looking at is a wild, savage, half-crazy actual bear, or your neighbor out for a morning jog.
With tattoos around his eyes, of course, this was no garden variety zoo-escapee, but I knew for sure I’d never seen this guy around these parts before. And in Jamesburg, new faces were usually, if not bad news, at least not what you wanted to encounter in the middle of the woods.
By the way this guy was looking around I could tell he wasn’t exactly familiar with the area.
He let out another short, half-roar. He wasn’t making any moves toward me, but still, I felt threatened.
Something inside me burned hard and hot and deep. The stupidest thing in the world wasn’t that I was sitting there, perched on a rock above a creek staring at a bear.
Nope.
It was that the whole time, all I was thinking was how much I wished it were Crag.
My heart skipped a beat. Was it? Was it him? No way. How could it be? How could he possibly have found me? There was just no way. But those lines around his eyes made my core clench and relax in a way that I hadn’t felt before last night.
The bear took a step forward and turned his half-roar into a full one. His eyes were locked right in the middle of my forehead.
I looked back and forth for a place to go.
The instant the giant beast ran for me, stomping from rock to rock across the creek, I was off like a shot. I looked back to see him lumbering forward. With a shake of his huge, mighty head, the bear started trotting after me, and then broke into a full-on run.
As he charged, I swear he was saying something – calling out – but my mind was just a terrified jumble.
Getting away from a bear? Easy enough, I guess, as long as there’s somewhere to hide, or a tree to scamper up, or a trashcan to knock over and tempt them with. But getting away from a charging bear when there isn’t any of that stuff?
My lungs started to burn with exertion, which takes quite a bit of doing. He just wouldn’t stop though. The bear wasn’t close, but I also wasn’t losing him. It was just like a scene in one of those slasher movies where the mask-wearing villain just kinda walked after the shrieking, running heroine and somehow still caught her.
I shook my head and tried to push forward, but the edge of the forest was almost in front of me. Inside the woods I sort of had a chance, but out in the open? No way.
But then I had an idea.
Trash can.
In one last, stupid burst of energy, I made a break for the community garbage can behind my apartment. Please someone have thrown grilling trash in here. Some dirty foil, some old hotdogs, something, just... please...
I had no idea what the hell I was doing, but it was my only chance.
For the first time in our little chase, I was losing ground. My lungs were just on fire. The muscles in my legs and my arms and my back all ached like absolute hell. I chanced a look back. That bear was hungry . He had those tendrils of saliva hanging from his jaws. If I didn’t find something for this thing to eat, I had a feeling he wasn’t looking for a girlfriend, he was looking for dinner.
He seemed to hesitate slightly at the edge of the forest, but he couldn’t resist chasing me. I barked a couple of times, just little yip-yip sounds to irritate him. He wasn’t giving up.
The hundred yards to the picnic area seemed like the longest run of my life, and by the time I made it, I knew I couldn’t go much further.
I rolled up
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