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Trying to capture more of her smell, the main identity
of a bear’s mate, he inhaled deeper. Yet, he could not fill his lungs with it,
with her.
The darkness seemed to swallow her up. Drag her away
from him. Dropping to his knees, he reached out in an attempted to grasp the
willowy form. Nothing.
Frustrated, he opened his eyes. She was gone. The moon
now illuminated the lake, the forest and the empty dock before him.
Rrrraaaahhhhhhaaaa !
The agonized growl of his bear shattered the night
image before him, quaked his soul and awakened him.
Startled, Cord sat up, blinking against the rising
brightness of the morning sun. Looking from left to right, he was shocked to
see he was in bed at home, not on the dock.
It had all been a dream. She had been a dream
“Shit!” Falling back against the bed, he ran his hand
over his face. Everything had seemed so real, compelling. He knew what had
caused the vision in his mind, the trace of a faint scent at Genma’s.
Tipping his head back on the pillow, he stared upwards
at the painting Genma had given him—a lake with an empty dock.
“Genma.” Damn it. Shoving off the cover, he
launched from the bed. He’d wanted to be at her house before dawn to try and
see her before she left with his grandmother. Now he was running late. The
sun’s position, barely above the trees, let him know it was almost eight in the
morning. In the fall, it rose later than the summer months.
He was angry with his bear for being so fixated on the
damn scent it had conjured up a fantasy that Cord couldn’t release himself from
until it was over. He rushed into the bathroom in his bedroom and washed his
face and brushed his teeth, thankful that he’d had the foresight to shower last
night after he returned.
In his bedroom, he went to the dresser and pulled out
jeans and a t-shirt then got a pair of clean socks. Minutes later, he padded
out of his bedroom directly into the sitting room, the only other room on the
second floor of his house. Reaching the CB radio stand at the far end of the
couch, he dialed the channel to his grandparents’ station.
“Morning, Cord.” His grandfather, Benat Bjorn, answered
his call sign. “Is everything okay?”
Depressing the button, Cord responded, “Hi, PawPaw.
Everything is just fine. I was trying to reach Nana. Is she in?”
“Nope. You know her and Genma were out before dawn even
crested, like they were being run out of town.” His grandfather chuckled, no
concern in his voice.
He knew it was a long shot to hope his grandmother was
still in town, but he knew his bear would give him no peace if he didn’t at
least try. Groaning, Cord ran his hand over his head.
“You still there, son?” A small note of worry came
through the line.
It amazed Cord how his grandfather could be perfectly
fine with his wife and her friend going out on some Thelma and Louise adventure
during the First Frost Moon Festival, but become vexed from a moment of silence
from his grandson. Just proved to Cord that all of his family was troubled by
his lack of a life mate.
Did they see me as weak? A defective
bear that was going to be the leader of their community?
Squeezing his free hand into a fist, Cord fought
against the budding rage.
Holding down the button, Cord wanted to set the older
man at ease. “I’m here. Things are fine.”
“Anything I can help you with in your nana’s absence?”
“No, PawPaw. Really I was trying to ask a couple
questions of Genma before they left.” Cord rubbed his chin, hearing the scratch
of the stubble there. In his rush, he hadn’t shaved this morning. Soon he’d
have to be more meticulous about his image. As mayor over Den County, he would
be the face of the community. Even his long hair would have to go.
“Ah. That’s right, your grandmother mentioned you would
be taking care of something for her friend. Well, I’m sure you’ll sort it all
out.” Confidence in Cord’s ground maintenance skills was evident in
Trying to capture more of her smell, the main identity
of a bear’s mate, he inhaled deeper. Yet, he could not fill his lungs with it,
with her.
The darkness seemed to swallow her up. Drag her away
from him. Dropping to his knees, he reached out in an attempted to grasp the
willowy form. Nothing.
Frustrated, he opened his eyes. She was gone. The moon
now illuminated the lake, the forest and the empty dock before him.
Rrrraaaahhhhhhaaaa !
The agonized growl of his bear shattered the night
image before him, quaked his soul and awakened him.
Startled, Cord sat up, blinking against the rising
brightness of the morning sun. Looking from left to right, he was shocked to
see he was in bed at home, not on the dock.
It had all been a dream. She had been a dream
“Shit!” Falling back against the bed, he ran his hand
over his face. Everything had seemed so real, compelling. He knew what had
caused the vision in his mind, the trace of a faint scent at Genma’s.
Tipping his head back on the pillow, he stared upwards
at the painting Genma had given him—a lake with an empty dock.
“Genma.” Damn it. Shoving off the cover, he
launched from the bed. He’d wanted to be at her house before dawn to try and
see her before she left with his grandmother. Now he was running late. The
sun’s position, barely above the trees, let him know it was almost eight in the
morning. In the fall, it rose later than the summer months.
He was angry with his bear for being so fixated on the
damn scent it had conjured up a fantasy that Cord couldn’t release himself from
until it was over. He rushed into the bathroom in his bedroom and washed his
face and brushed his teeth, thankful that he’d had the foresight to shower last
night after he returned.
In his bedroom, he went to the dresser and pulled out
jeans and a t-shirt then got a pair of clean socks. Minutes later, he padded
out of his bedroom directly into the sitting room, the only other room on the
second floor of his house. Reaching the CB radio stand at the far end of the
couch, he dialed the channel to his grandparents’ station.
“Morning, Cord.” His grandfather, Benat Bjorn, answered
his call sign. “Is everything okay?”
Depressing the button, Cord responded, “Hi, PawPaw.
Everything is just fine. I was trying to reach Nana. Is she in?”
“Nope. You know her and Genma were out before dawn even
crested, like they were being run out of town.” His grandfather chuckled, no
concern in his voice.
He knew it was a long shot to hope his grandmother was
still in town, but he knew his bear would give him no peace if he didn’t at
least try. Groaning, Cord ran his hand over his head.
“You still there, son?” A small note of worry came
through the line.
It amazed Cord how his grandfather could be perfectly
fine with his wife and her friend going out on some Thelma and Louise adventure
during the First Frost Moon Festival, but become vexed from a moment of silence
from his grandson. Just proved to Cord that all of his family was troubled by
his lack of a life mate.
Did they see me as weak? A defective
bear that was going to be the leader of their community?
Squeezing his free hand into a fist, Cord fought
against the budding rage.
Holding down the button, Cord wanted to set the older
man at ease. “I’m here. Things are fine.”
“Anything I can help you with in your nana’s absence?”
“No, PawPaw. Really I was trying to ask a couple
questions of Genma before they left.” Cord rubbed his chin, hearing the scratch
of the stubble there. In his rush, he hadn’t shaved this morning. Soon he’d
have to be more meticulous about his image. As mayor over Den County, he would
be the face of the community. Even his long hair would have to go.
“Ah. That’s right, your grandmother mentioned you would
be taking care of something for her friend. Well, I’m sure you’ll sort it all
out.” Confidence in Cord’s ground maintenance skills was evident in
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