Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Do you know these guys?” I ask as my inner grizzly perks up, getting ready in case I need her.
“I have a feeling, yeah.”
We still can’t see them since the spotlights are blinding us.
They finally turn the motorcycles off and the street snaps back to darkness. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust but I see three grisly men stepping off their bikes. They don’t look too friendly.
“Shit,” Adrian mutters. He turns around with worry in his eyes. “Run, Victoria.”
“No way,” I say, squeezing my hands into fists as I step out from behind him.
His grip on my arm tightens. “Please.”
“Not a chance,” I say as I stare the three approaching men down. “I’m staying with you.”
He sighs, but it’s not a sigh of annoyance. It’s a sigh of acceptance. Of admiration. We’re in it together now through thick and thin, and he knows it.
The breeze shifts and the thick dank smell of wolves hits my nose. My nostrils flare as my bear growls. Wolf shifters. All three of them. What the hell do they want with us?
“We heard you were back in town,” the tall man in front says with a cocky grin on his pretty-boy face. His hair is all messy, but it looks like a manufactured messy, like he spends more time getting ready in the morning than I do. He looks more rockstar than killer, but I can tell by his vibrating energy, that looks can be deceiving.
The two scowling men standing a few feet behind him look like tattooed walls of muscle.
“I don’t want any trouble, Knox,” Adrian says as he puts his arm in front of me like a shield.
Knox notices and sneers as he looks me over.
Adrian doesn’t like that. He lets out a low possessive growl. I can sense his bear inside going nuts as well.
“Don’t look at her,” he snarls.
Knox grins like a carefree playboy as he looks back at my man. “Where have you been hiding all this time, Cross? My brother has been looking for you.”
“It was a long time ago,” Adrian says through gritted teeth. “Tell Mace it’s over.”
“It’s over when Mace says it’s over,” Knox says, running a hand through his silky brown hair. “You obviously don’t know how any of this works.”
“Let me tell you how it’s going to work,” Adrian says, stepping forward with a snarl. “I’m not a cub anymore. Any of you dogs come near me or anyone in my life, you’ll have a pissed-off twenty-five hundred pound polar bear to deal with.”
Knox smirks and then turns his attention back onto me. “What’s your name?”
Adrian can’t handle having this creep’s eyes on me. His whole body shakes like a violent earthquake and then he explodes into his furious polar bear.
I gasp as I step back, shocked at the size of him. I saw his bear many times when I was a kid, but he’s grown so much. He’s huge. And livid.
The three men quickly phase into their wolves as Adrian charges, roaring like he’s about to unleash hell on all three of them.
I have to help him. It looks like Adrian’s powerful bear can take care of these canines in his sleep, but I’m not taking any chances. Their wolves are big too, and I doubt this is their first fight.
My grizzly bear is all too eager to come. As soon as I open the door to a phase, my grizzly bursts through it in a rage.
My paws hit the pavement as the three wolves and my angry mate collide. Adrian immediately smacks one with his big paw, launching him into a parked car. Broken glass explodes from the windows and the passenger side door caves in as the wolf yelps.
Adrian pins Knox’s wolf as the third one leaps onto his back.
My grizzly snarls as I see him bitting into Adrian’s back, the white fur turning red.
Mine.
I push her forward as she sprints toward the fight. She leaps onto him, crashing into his hind legs, and sending him tumbling onto the ground.
He tries to scramble away, but I land on top of him, pinning him to the ground with my paws. I open my jaws and sink them around his neck in warning. I could easily take his life and a part of me wants to. I don’t like any threats to my mate.
A loud gunshot gets our attention.
My bear looks over and growls when we see a naked man pointing a shotgun at Adrian’s head. He’s one of the goons, the one whose wolf who got a first-class flight into the side of the car. He must have phased back and got his gun.
“Get off him,” the man yells, cocking the shotgun.
Adrian’s polar bear is pinning the yelping wolf down under his massive paw. He shows his teeth and growls at the man, daring him to pull the trigger.