adapted to their animal counterpart’s hibernation needs. Over time, it evolved into a type of healing hibernation for a severely traumatized body.
"You're a Bear Shifter. That explains why you look like the Hulk. But how did you know I was a Sentinel? I haven't introduced myself." I replaced the chart and waited for an answer.
"Easy. You don't smell like disinfectant and sickness, so you're not a nurse," he laughed. "And you certainly aren't related to me, so that leaves Sentinel since they're keeping me on restricted visitation."
"My name is Valeria Trumaine. I'm a Sentinel from Charlotte, North Carolina.” Finally making a formal introduction, I forged on , "The CMS has assigned me to locate and apprehend Tristan Meriwether for unnatural crimes against Humanity."
"You and what army?” The playfulness had completely evaporated from his voice. “I'm a strong guy, not much in the way of mentals, but all Ursidaes can shield with the best of them. It just comes naturally with our strength. That thing tore through my shields as if they were made of wet tissue paper."
A shiver went down my spine at the steel laced throughout his words. "Go home, Officer. Go home and pray he grows bored with whatever it is he's doing. You can't win this fight.” That was a lot coming from a Bear. His race is relentless when it comes to a fight. They are never ones to admit defeat of any kind. His concession shook me much more than Descantes' attempt to frighten me.
"You made it out alive,” I protested. "You did something right, Officer Goings. I just need to know what, so I'll have a better perspective on what angle to take.”
Goings' voice sounded bleak and hopeless in my mind, "Bear, please call me Bear. That's really my name. My father had a sense of humor.” A hint of pain skimmed over the link between us, this conversation was taking a toll on him.
"I got lucky, Trumaine,” he said in a stony voice . "We had a tip from a Gullah Voudoun that the mark was gonna be at an arcane supply store later on that night." Goings' voice was shaky, but he kept going, "I was posted on a nearby rooftop with a sniper rifle loaded with anti-tank rounds. Amanda Jones, the Lifeborn who made it, was on point in the alley because we thought we could use the fact that he was her sire to our advantage."
He swallowed hard. I could feel both his determination and hesitation to finish his story. “He knew we were there…the entire team…I didn't even get off one round before he leveled me, fried my brain.” He laughed nervously and sighed , "If I was Human, I'd be brain dead, and what really scares me is the fact that I don't know if my shields protected me, or he just got tired of killing."
Bear Goings was exhausted beyond belief, "I'm going to take him down, Bear, whether anyone believes I can do it or not. He gonna pay for everything he's done."
I squeezed his hand as his mind shut down again. From what I could tell, his body was healthy. In terms of sheer brute strength, bears were near the top of the Lycanthrope list. It was unnatural seeing one laid out like Bear Goings was. Seeing Tristan's handiwork so closely nailed home the fact that we needed to move fast before he hurt anyone else.
I just hoped I get more from Officer Jones than I did from Bear. I passed Nurse Ratchet sitting at her station and found room 440. This time when I entered the hospital room, I found its occupant sitting up in her bed watching TV. Blood bags with varying amounts in them hung from at least four IV poles around the head of her bed. Officer Jones gave me the once over and decided her show was more important than I was.
Her attitude didn’t faze me. I held up my signet and wiggled my finger as I moved to stand near the foot of her bed. "Officer Jones, my name is Valeria Trumaine. I need to ask you a few questions about the night you were injured, if you don't mind."
Her eyes closed for a moment as if
"You're a Bear Shifter. That explains why you look like the Hulk. But how did you know I was a Sentinel? I haven't introduced myself." I replaced the chart and waited for an answer.
"Easy. You don't smell like disinfectant and sickness, so you're not a nurse," he laughed. "And you certainly aren't related to me, so that leaves Sentinel since they're keeping me on restricted visitation."
"My name is Valeria Trumaine. I'm a Sentinel from Charlotte, North Carolina.” Finally making a formal introduction, I forged on , "The CMS has assigned me to locate and apprehend Tristan Meriwether for unnatural crimes against Humanity."
"You and what army?” The playfulness had completely evaporated from his voice. “I'm a strong guy, not much in the way of mentals, but all Ursidaes can shield with the best of them. It just comes naturally with our strength. That thing tore through my shields as if they were made of wet tissue paper."
A shiver went down my spine at the steel laced throughout his words. "Go home, Officer. Go home and pray he grows bored with whatever it is he's doing. You can't win this fight.” That was a lot coming from a Bear. His race is relentless when it comes to a fight. They are never ones to admit defeat of any kind. His concession shook me much more than Descantes' attempt to frighten me.
"You made it out alive,” I protested. "You did something right, Officer Goings. I just need to know what, so I'll have a better perspective on what angle to take.”
Goings' voice sounded bleak and hopeless in my mind, "Bear, please call me Bear. That's really my name. My father had a sense of humor.” A hint of pain skimmed over the link between us, this conversation was taking a toll on him.
"I got lucky, Trumaine,” he said in a stony voice . "We had a tip from a Gullah Voudoun that the mark was gonna be at an arcane supply store later on that night." Goings' voice was shaky, but he kept going, "I was posted on a nearby rooftop with a sniper rifle loaded with anti-tank rounds. Amanda Jones, the Lifeborn who made it, was on point in the alley because we thought we could use the fact that he was her sire to our advantage."
He swallowed hard. I could feel both his determination and hesitation to finish his story. “He knew we were there…the entire team…I didn't even get off one round before he leveled me, fried my brain.” He laughed nervously and sighed , "If I was Human, I'd be brain dead, and what really scares me is the fact that I don't know if my shields protected me, or he just got tired of killing."
Bear Goings was exhausted beyond belief, "I'm going to take him down, Bear, whether anyone believes I can do it or not. He gonna pay for everything he's done."
I squeezed his hand as his mind shut down again. From what I could tell, his body was healthy. In terms of sheer brute strength, bears were near the top of the Lycanthrope list. It was unnatural seeing one laid out like Bear Goings was. Seeing Tristan's handiwork so closely nailed home the fact that we needed to move fast before he hurt anyone else.
I just hoped I get more from Officer Jones than I did from Bear. I passed Nurse Ratchet sitting at her station and found room 440. This time when I entered the hospital room, I found its occupant sitting up in her bed watching TV. Blood bags with varying amounts in them hung from at least four IV poles around the head of her bed. Officer Jones gave me the once over and decided her show was more important than I was.
Her attitude didn’t faze me. I held up my signet and wiggled my finger as I moved to stand near the foot of her bed. "Officer Jones, my name is Valeria Trumaine. I need to ask you a few questions about the night you were injured, if you don't mind."
Her eyes closed for a moment as if
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