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Laura's eyes were filled with tension. I wondered why she looked so uneasy, like she was trying to hide her fear.
But the kiss she pushed to my lips a second later wiped away those thoughts. My tongue plunged into her mouth and I pulled her flat against my chest, growling when my hands went to her ass.
Took all my discipline to break away. Nothing would've been finer than throwing her down here in the brush and having my way with her.
“Don't tempt me, baby. Spark's cabin's in sight. Save the honey for later.” I pointed.
She followed my finger to the decrepit looking wooden house just beyond the tangled trees. At a glance, it would've looked uninhabited to wandering human eyes.
I led the way, stopping at the cracked door to announce my presence.
“Shaman? You in there? It's James, the Alpha. I've brought a guest and an offering...”
Total silence. Laura looked at me with curiosity brimming in her eyes.
I pushed the door open, almost wincing at the loud creak. It looked empty, but the thick smell of an old bear told me otherwise.
Spark was deep in his cluttered den, sleeping in the corner near an old stone fireplace. He was in bear form, and didn't flinch when I dropped my bag loudly a couple feet from him. The big furry ball smacked its lips and continued to slumber, snoring like a wood mill.
“Shit. Can't believe the old timers were right. Looks like he really does hibernate...”
Laura smiled. I watched as she stepped past me and crouched down near the bear, speaking softly into his frayed ears. Years of frostbite out here in the harsh Alaskan winters had taken their toll on his body.
“Wakey-wakey. We've come a long way to find out the truth...”
Her soft, feminine voice must've hit a bell inside the old man's head. The furry lump beneath her suddenly jerked awake, towering up to the ceiling on two legs, one of them slightly crooked and deformed.
Sparks let out a deafening roar. I threw myself in front of Laura, reaching into the bag for the salmon.
Gods, I hoped he hadn't gone senile and let his bear take complete control over his human side. It rarely ever happened to old bears, but it was possible.
“Shaman! Forget about her. Do you recognize me?” I stepped up to the old bear's drooling snout and held out the fish.
He lowered his face, growling and sniffing my hand. A couple long seconds passed.
The bear shrank slowly, transforming into a withered old man with a bad leg. Spark snatched the salmon packet from my hand with surprising strength, swept low to the ground, and threw his furry blanket on. He crouched on the floor, ripping through the plastic and feeding big fistfuls of pink meat to his lips.
“Is he okay?” Laura asked, an oddly amused smile on her face.
“Dunno yet. It's been a good two seasons since anyone from the clan came out here...he's not getting any younger.”
That was the fucking truth. He looked like a man and ate like bear. If Laura wanted the brutish, bad mannered bear all tigers expected, then she'd found him in this beast.
Spark looked up, smacking his lips. His brow creased angrily and he stood after swallowing the last big bite.
“Careful, boy!” he thundered. “I was sending real grizzlies to the gods when you were in diapers.
Why've you stolen my sleep?”
“We've come to seek your advice, Shaman. Need to know what the gods are telling you about my mate.” The last word sent frustration, love, and fear rippling through my blood at once. “There's plenty more where that salmon dripping down your chest came from...”
I unzipped the bag, pulled out the packets, and began throwing them up in a stack one by one. Spark watched with greedy eyes.
No, the old man wasn't totally crazy. He knew how to command a steep price. Everybody who came out here for his wisdom said the offerings had only increased over the years. Several travelers who showed up with anything less than thirty pounds of fine meat were turned away with nothing.
He started
Laura's eyes were filled with tension. I wondered why she looked so uneasy, like she was trying to hide her fear.
But the kiss she pushed to my lips a second later wiped away those thoughts. My tongue plunged into her mouth and I pulled her flat against my chest, growling when my hands went to her ass.
Took all my discipline to break away. Nothing would've been finer than throwing her down here in the brush and having my way with her.
“Don't tempt me, baby. Spark's cabin's in sight. Save the honey for later.” I pointed.
She followed my finger to the decrepit looking wooden house just beyond the tangled trees. At a glance, it would've looked uninhabited to wandering human eyes.
I led the way, stopping at the cracked door to announce my presence.
“Shaman? You in there? It's James, the Alpha. I've brought a guest and an offering...”
Total silence. Laura looked at me with curiosity brimming in her eyes.
I pushed the door open, almost wincing at the loud creak. It looked empty, but the thick smell of an old bear told me otherwise.
Spark was deep in his cluttered den, sleeping in the corner near an old stone fireplace. He was in bear form, and didn't flinch when I dropped my bag loudly a couple feet from him. The big furry ball smacked its lips and continued to slumber, snoring like a wood mill.
“Shit. Can't believe the old timers were right. Looks like he really does hibernate...”
Laura smiled. I watched as she stepped past me and crouched down near the bear, speaking softly into his frayed ears. Years of frostbite out here in the harsh Alaskan winters had taken their toll on his body.
“Wakey-wakey. We've come a long way to find out the truth...”
Her soft, feminine voice must've hit a bell inside the old man's head. The furry lump beneath her suddenly jerked awake, towering up to the ceiling on two legs, one of them slightly crooked and deformed.
Sparks let out a deafening roar. I threw myself in front of Laura, reaching into the bag for the salmon.
Gods, I hoped he hadn't gone senile and let his bear take complete control over his human side. It rarely ever happened to old bears, but it was possible.
“Shaman! Forget about her. Do you recognize me?” I stepped up to the old bear's drooling snout and held out the fish.
He lowered his face, growling and sniffing my hand. A couple long seconds passed.
The bear shrank slowly, transforming into a withered old man with a bad leg. Spark snatched the salmon packet from my hand with surprising strength, swept low to the ground, and threw his furry blanket on. He crouched on the floor, ripping through the plastic and feeding big fistfuls of pink meat to his lips.
“Is he okay?” Laura asked, an oddly amused smile on her face.
“Dunno yet. It's been a good two seasons since anyone from the clan came out here...he's not getting any younger.”
That was the fucking truth. He looked like a man and ate like bear. If Laura wanted the brutish, bad mannered bear all tigers expected, then she'd found him in this beast.
Spark looked up, smacking his lips. His brow creased angrily and he stood after swallowing the last big bite.
“Careful, boy!” he thundered. “I was sending real grizzlies to the gods when you were in diapers.
Why've you stolen my sleep?”
“We've come to seek your advice, Shaman. Need to know what the gods are telling you about my mate.” The last word sent frustration, love, and fear rippling through my blood at once. “There's plenty more where that salmon dripping down your chest came from...”
I unzipped the bag, pulled out the packets, and began throwing them up in a stack one by one. Spark watched with greedy eyes.
No, the old man wasn't totally crazy. He knew how to command a steep price. Everybody who came out here for his wisdom said the offerings had only increased over the years. Several travelers who showed up with anything less than thirty pounds of fine meat were turned away with nothing.
He started
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