Copy of Adrian (Rocked by the Bear #2) - V. Vaughn

ADRIAN

V. VAUGHN

SUGARLOAF PUBLISHING

CONTENTS Copyright Foreword Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 About the Author

Copyright © 2016 by V. Vaughn All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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FOREWORD

re-med college student, Ginny Harrison thinks playing keyboards in a garage band is P just for fun. But when a talent scout offers her a recording deal, the prospect of fame is too good to resist. There’s only one problem — Ginny just became a werebear and mated to Adrian. Signing the contract means playing on human terms, and that risks exposing what they really are.

Adrian Lindquist can’t believe his good fortune. Moving to Maine led him to his true mate and a music opportunity of his dreams. But his mate, Ginny, is a new werebear, and the stress of a rock star career is testing her control. He has to decide if the chance of a lifetime is worth endangering an entire kingdom.

1

frustrated sigh blasts from my mouth as my skin begins to prickle. I roll my fingers A over the keyboard one more time. I’m practicing a new song, and when I get to the tricky part, my fingers move too quickly and I trip over the note again. “Damn it!” I yank my hands away as claws practically explode out of my fingers, and fabric tears. I thud to the ground in bear form as my stool clatters on the floor behind me, and I gaze up with my enhanced vision at the naked human version of my mate, Adrian. Water drips from his hair, and my first thought is I want to lick it off his chest. My second thought is he raced from the shower to deal with my “problem.” I was changed to a werebear a month ago, and I can’t get a handle on controlling my shift. I growl at him. This is his fault. “Ginny, it’s okay.” He slides his hand through my fur. It’s brave considering I’m directing my anger toward him right now. But Adrian is a polar werebear, and he could shift in an instant to squash my little black bear like a bug. My anger dissipates from his touch, and I lean into him. Gently though, because the last time he did this I bowled him over with the mass of my bear form. “Take deep breaths, babe.” I inhale as he says, “Nice. Deep.” I exhale. “Breaths.” I envision my skin sucking up fur. My body begins to shift back to human, and I realize the sensations that used to freak me out are now familiar. They should be. I do this a few times a day. When I’m back to being a college girl, I glance at Adrian, and hot tears burn a path down my cheeks. “I suck at this.” I scowl as I recall the magical moment that wasn’t. My sister Nessa told me that when Adrian bit me to bond us for life and start the change, it would make me rocket to the moon with an orgasm. No dice. I got pissed because it hurt, and the next thing I knew I was a bear growling at Adrian as though I wanted to maul him. Adrian pulls me against his chest. I shove a remaining strip of my shredded shirt away, because right now I don’t want anything to separate me from the only good thing becoming a werebear brought. I’m the seventh human female to become a werebear in the Northeast Kingdom, and the first to have trouble with shifting. I suppose it wouldn’t bother me so much if my two triplet sisters didn’t have such an easy time of it. Because I can’t, I feel like even more of a freak. A sob shudders through me. I hate being a

werebear and wish I’d never changed. Adrian lifts my chin with his finger, and I gaze into the face of the man I love. He doesn’t know I hate being a shifter, and I don’t dare tell him. I think it would break his heart that I don’t enjoy being what he is, and I think he’d feel guilty for changing me. He says, “You don’t suck. You should have seen me when I was going through this at puberty. My mother threatened to take all my clothes away and only let me wear loin cloths.” Full-blooded werebear aren’t able to shift until adult hormones hit. The vision of my polar bear mate with his pale skin and nearly white blond hair walking around dressed like a caveman makes me smile a little. I swipe my hand across my cheeks to wipe away my tears. “Did you keep one? Because I’d like to see that.” I notice soap suds in his hair and frown as I pull away and hug myself. “Go finish your shower.” Adrian scans my body with his icy-blue eyes that are anything but cold and tilts his head at me as he licks his lips. “Come with me.” I roll my eyes at him as I nod, because why waste a perfectly good adrenaline surge. I may hate being a werebear, but there are a few perks. Like sex. It’s spring, and I’ve got mating fever something fierce, and I don’t mind. Now that my senses are super-aware, sex is amazing. “Lead the way, Tarzan.” We follow the wet footprints across the wood floor of our duplex apartment to the bathroom. The shower is still running, and I think sex in it is out, since the hot water must be close to gone. Adrian doesn’t seem to care, though, because as soon as he tugs me under the spray with him, he kisses me. I close my eyes and let worry fade as physical pleasure takes over. My mate’s hands are huge since he’s just shy of seven feet tall, and he makes good use of them as he squeezes my breasts and works my nipples to send electric shocks of passion to my core. I jump when banging on the bathroom door is accompanied by his brother Aleck yelling, “Don’t use all the hot water!” Adrian groans, and I reach around him to flip the handle down. Aleck and I have chemistry lab in a half hour, and since he’s my partner, I’d rather he be clean. A werebear’s sense of smell is acute, and for me that’s a curse. I say, “I’ve got class too.” I glance down at Adrian’s pulsing cock and sigh. “We really need to get our own place.” My mate is one of a set of polar bear quadruplets. The four guys are quite the attraction at Bowdoin College. They’re all noticeably tall, very blond, and have bodies most of my heterosexual female classmates want to conquer like Mount Everest. But only two of the Lindquist brothers are still single. My sister Nessa is Andre’s true mate, and they got their own place this semester, while Adrian and I live with Aleck and Aaron. Adrian hands me a towel as he says, “Agreed.” The cotton is rough against my skin as I rub myself dry. “Will you be here when I get back?” The old door creaks open, and we emerge to a flustered Aleck. He shoves his way in

as Adrian answers me. “Strumming away and torturing the old ladies.” I shake my head at him as we walk to the bedroom. Adrian is the lead guitar in our band Second Sound, and he’s crazy good. He’s also crazy charming, and the little old lady sister pair that live on the other side of our duplex have a crush on him and his brothers. As soon as they see me leave, the two women find reasons to come over. I think it’s sweet, and I love that Adrian and Aleck are even working on a song about them. I slither into another new pair of the cheapest yoga pants I could find and hope that these might last long enough to see a washing before I shred them to bits with an uncontrolled shift. Soft cotton is smooth in my hands as I arrange a bulky scarf to camouflage my ample breasts. I’ve run out of bras, much to Adrian’s delight. The Lindquist brothers are all musical, and the band that started off as a fun hobby has morphed into something much more now that I have all four brothers involved. Aaron plays drums, Andre is the bass, my sister shares lead singing with Adrian and Andre, while I play keyboard. Aleck is the shy one of the bunch and refuses to be on stage, but he’s a talented composer and lyricist who can play all our instruments well enough to get by. I tease him that he’s our pinch hitter, but I think it would take a miracle to actually get Aleck to perform, so I never push. He does his part by providing songs that get us noticed. I kiss Adrian quickly before grabbing my backpack to go. I find a damp Aleck in the living room, and he nods at me before we leave. It’s early spring, and icicles drip on the steps as we walk down them. Dirty piles of snow left over from the winter storms line the streets, and birds chirp as Aleck and I make our way to campus. Aleck’s been a godsend with my shifting problem. While most of my classes are lectures and don’t pose a problem with stress that triggers my shift, labs are a different story. When I was changed last month and we discovered that frustration makes me shift, Aleck managed to switch lab partners to help keep my werebear status a secret. He can sense when I’m about lose control and covers for me if I race away to keep it hidden. So far it’s only happened once, but if it does again, I’m going to have to drop out of school. It’s too dangerous to risk the exposure. It kills me that I might fall a semester behind. I plan to be a doctor, and with the number of years I need to be in school looming ahead of me, one semester matters. Aleck surprises me when he says, “I heard you playing Motion earlier.” Usually Aleck and I walk in silence. He’s not much of a talker, and I often wonder if it’s because he’s too busy making music in his head. He says, “I can change the part that’s giving you trouble if you want.” I smile at his kindness. “No. Sometimes this happens, and I’ll get past it. But thanks for the offer. It’s sweet.” Our apartment is on the edge of campus, and Aleck and I will make it to lab right on time. We stop at the crosswalk, and I gaze down at the huge puddle. The light is green, and I notice a car coming as we wait. I take the time to check my phone for texts just as

Aleck grabs my arm and swears. I begin to stumble back, but not in enough time to avoid the wall of water that sprays up from the car driving by. I grimace as gritty moisture drenches me, and my bones ache as my shift begins. “Shit!” I turn to Aleck, and his eyes are wide as he scans the area. My heart pounds against my chest as fur pokes out of my skin. Aleck throws me over his shoulder and begins to run. He only goes a short distance before the wind is knocked out of me when I land flat on my back behind the bushes that line someone’s lawn. I stare up at Aleck as he stands over me and rakes his hand through his generically styled hair. I’m like a fish gasping for air and am about to start flopping when I finally get a breath. Aleck’s gaze darts around, and he speaks softly. “We’re good. I don’t think anyone saw.” He pulls his phone out of his back pocket and taps on the screen as he says, “Those assholes purposely pulled in close to hit that puddle and splash us.” I close my eyes and listen to Aleck as I take deep breaths and try to shift back to human. He says, “Ginny needs clothes. We’re behind the bushes at the white house by the traffic light.” He pauses before he says, “Yeah. I’m on it.” Aleck gazes down at me, and a month ago I’d be horrified that he’s seeing me naked covered in mud and strips of cloth, but my priorities have changed. He says, “Adrian’s on his way. I’ll tell them you’re sick, but...” I nod as tears burn in my eyes. I’m done with school for this semester and have to drop out. My plans are ruined because I’m a freaking werebear. And not even a good one. Until I can figure out how to control my shift, I’m a danger to all of my kind. I whisper, “I know. Thank you, Aleck. You might as well go so you’re not late.” He scowls and glances back toward our house and watches as he asks, “You sure?” “Yes. Go.” “Okay. I see Adrian.” When Aleck looks at me again, I offer him a smile. “Thanks.” He steps over the bush border with his long legs to leave me, and Adrian hops over and thuds down by my side. “Well, what have we here. My girl dressed just the way I like her.” I sniff. “Good thing, because I’m beginning to think this is how I should stay.” Fresh tears spill from my eyes. All my dreams have been ruined, and I can’t do a thing about it. Adrian smooths hair out of my face, and his warm touch comforts me. I gaze into the face of the man that’s my true mate. He’ll love me for life no matter what, and right now that matters, because it may be all I’ve got.

2

hen Adrian and I get back to the apartment, the first thing I want is a shower. But W the moment I turn on the water, I realize it’s going to be fast, because the spray is ice cold. This time Adrian doesn’t join me, and I’m shivering when I get out. Adrian hands me a towel, and once I wrap it around me he pulls me into his arms and says, “I know how to warm you up.” I still haven’t processed the fact that I’m about to drop out of school and give up more of my humanity, but the moment Adrian starts to nibble at my neck with his searing-hot lips, I decide it can wait. He scoops me up to carry me to our room, and the mattress bounces when he tosses me playfully on the bed. My towel has slipped, and I let it fall open as I watch my mate strip out of his clothes. He got a job working security at the college and spends no less than an hour in the gym every day. Muscles ripple in his arms when he yanks his T-shirt off with one hand reaching behind his head. It sparks a low rumble from my chest. I lift up on my elbows when he gets to his pants and watch his glorious cock spring free. I’m still cold and shudder as he crawls over me. His voice is husky as he lowers his weight on top of me. “One human blanket at your service.” I sigh as I wrap my legs and arms around his heat. Did I mention how awesome sex is as a werebear? “God, you feel good.” Adrian rocks his hips to rub against my sex. “So do you.” I nip at his shoulder with my teeth and ask, “Why do you think it is I don’t shift during sex?” “Because it’s not a stressful experience, babe.” “But I lose control.” Adrian slips a hand between us, and his fingers delve into my folds. “Yes, you do.” I quiver beneath him. “So what I really need to learn is--” He thrusts two fingers into me and hits a sensitive spot. “Oh!” Adrian kisses my neck. “You need to stop talking.” He removes his hand from between my legs and grips his cock to stroke it. “Unless my country club princess plans to talk dirty.” I grin, because while I do come from an affluent background, as far as I know, that

doesn’t make me a prude. I say, “Ram me with your rock-hard love stick.” Adrian scowls as I giggle. “Too much?” He slides the tip of his cock over my slit. “Yeah. Turn it back a notch.” I grab his dick and guide it into me as I whisper, “Fuck me, Adrian. Make me know I’m yours.” He groans as he sinks deep, and I think I said what he wanted to hear. I grasp his round butt as he pumps into me, and I tilt my hips to feel more. My pleasure builds, and I begin to moan when Adrian surprises me by rolling us over so that now I’m on top. He lifts his arms up and places his hands behind his head. “Now it’s my turn.” I lift up to my knees as I slide him out to the tip. “Talk dirty to me, baby.” “Ride my cock and let me watch those tits bounce.” Adrian is definitely a boob man, and lucky for him, I’ve got them. I sink lower and pick up speed to make my boobs jiggle as he requested. He can’t just watch though, and it’s not long before he’s got my breasts in his hands while he rocks his hips to thrust into me as I move. I like this position because I can get what I need. I’m so warm now that sweat is a fine layer on my skin, and I begin to quake over my mate as my orgasm builds. “That’s it, babe,” says Adrian. “Fuck me hard.” My moans get louder as I pump faster. “Oh god.” Adrian slides his fingers in between us to rub against my clit, and the wave of my pleasure rises so high that I crash and cry out. All is right in my world, and I hold on to my climax as long as I can before I collapse over his chest to tremble with aftershocks. Adrian grips my bottom and squeezes before he slides out from under me. I’m a rag doll in his hands as he places a pillow under my hips to lift my butt in the air. I sigh into the mattress as he begins to kiss my shoulder and make his way down my back. He nips at my bottom, and I flinch before he finally gets between my legs. He swipes his tongue over me with one long swipe and says, “I’ll never taste enough of you, Ginny. You’re so sweet.” I squirm when he continues. My folds are engorged and sensitive enough that his gentle lapping is making an orgasm surge again. I mewl in response as I revel in the attention. When I’m dangerously close to coming again, Adrian stops and commands, “On your knees.” I scramble up for my reward, and I get it when he thrusts his thick length into me. He hisses at my tight heat as he slides against my slick walls. The cotton sheet wrinkles under my fingers as I grab on for his delicious assault. Adrian is officially fucking me hard now, and skin slaps as he slams into me as fast as he can. My channel milks him as my orgasm races to the surface, and I almost scream when it takes me. I quake as Adrian tenses with his impending release. He lets out a roar as he explodes inside of me, and we both slump to the bed in a trembling heap. When our breathing slows, he lifts off of me to ask, “Warm yet?” “Mm-hm.”

Adrian has rolled onto his back, and I climb onto him as if he’s a raft in a swimming pool. I lean on my arms and ask, “What are we going to do about my shifting?” My mate strokes my cheek with his finger, and it sends a tiny shudder through me. “I know you think you’re failing at this, but you’re really not. It can take months for werebear to get a handle on it.” “But Nessa and Tori--” “Stop. Don’t compare yourself to them. Did you ever think that maybe this means you have more werebear in your blood than they do? And that it probably makes you even stronger?” Great. I’m the freakiest of freaks. My throat gets thick, and I blink back tears, but I can’t hide them from Adrian. He asks, “Babe, what is it?” I shake my head. I can’t tell him that I wish he’d never changed me. That I hate my new life, and while it was one thing to fall for a guy from the wrong side of the tracks, I never meant for him to pull me there. I was supposed to bring Adrian into the world of nice cars and country clubs when I became the famous surgeon I planned to be. My world is crashing down around me, and I can’t make it stop. The annoyingly familiar prickle of a shift coming burns at my skin, and much like a panic attack, I begin to hyperventilate. Damn it! I scramble off Adrian as my bones crack and my skin stretches like a rubber band. I thud to the floor and wish I could run away. Every muscle in my body wants to move, but we live too close to town for me to take off as a bear. As my mate, Adrian can speak telepathically to me. He says, “Babe, breathe.” “I’m breathing!” “Okay, hon.” He’s on the floor before me and reaches out to stroke my fur as he usually does. But I don’t want Adrian’s comfort right now and move out of his reach. “Ginny, you can do this.” “Get the fuck out of my head!” I really need to run. I know I shouldn’t, but I get up and lumber out of the room toward the back door. “Ginny!” Adrian’s panicked voice is the straw that breaks the camel’s back, and I pick up speed to smash my way through the door. Wood splinters, and the house shudders as I burst free. The forest is down the street, and I pass a few houses before I’m welcomed by the cool darkness. My paws thud on the woodland floor as the dank odor of dead leaves and brush wafts up to me. The aroma appeals to my bear, and with each powerful flex of my legs, my rage fades. I run with everything I’ve got. My limbs burn as my breathing is labored with my efforts. Twigs snap behind me. I guess Adrian is following, but I’m still not ready for his comfort, so I lead us farther into the woods. The river isn’t far now, and it becomes my end goal. Adrian could easily catch up to me if he wanted, but he must sense I need to be alone and hangs back. When I spy the water, I find a way to move a little faster, like a

runner’s finishing kick, and launch myself into the air to dive in. The river is icy cold, but it doesn’t seep through my fur immediately, and I stay submerged while I wait for the chill to cool me down. When I pop up, Adrian is in the water with me. Guilt floods my veins. Not only did I lose control and shift, but I exposed myself as a bear and ran through the streets of Brunswick. The fallout from this could be huge if the town decides to go on a bear hunt. And even worse if the human hunters that want to eradicate werebear hear about it. “I’m sorry,” I say. “No. I’m the one that’s sorry. I’m making this too hard on you, and I think we need to go to Orono.” Orono. Where my sister Tori is the alpha of our biological father’s clan, and where there are hundreds of werebear. The other side of the tracks, and apparently the only place I now belong.

3

funny, I never thought of myself as a snob. My sister Nessa took on that role, while ITorit’s was the logical one, and I’m supposed to be the free spirit, the adaptable one. Yet I’m the triplet struggling the most with being a werebear and no longer being human. I don’t want to be a beast. When Tori came to Bowdoin last fall to let Nessa and me know we were half werebear and able to become one, I was fascinated. Nessa was horrified. Now Nessa is happily mated, Tori is an alpha, and I’m the one that can’t embrace what I’ve become. I gaze out at the vast expanse of pine forest on either side of the interstate. We’re in Northern Maine now, and it might as well be the end of the earth as far as I’m concerned. I thought Brunswick was the middle of nowhere, but I don’t think we’ve seen another car in more than an hour. Adrian cracks the windows, and air rushes through as he asks, “Doesn’t it smell wonderful?” I inhale the odor of decomposing plant life. I crinkle my nose even though part of me finds it intoxicating. “No. It smells like a compost pile.” Adrian reaches over and takes my hand. I thread my fingers through his as my eyes fill with tears. I know I need to find a way to deal, but right now I feel as if I’ve been sent to prison. I sniff and swallow down the lump in my throat. I never thought I was a drama queen either. Adrian is my true mate and loves me unconditionally, and so do my sisters. Yank up those big girl panties, Ginny. This is your life. I glance at Adrian. “I’m sorry I’m so cranky. I’m lucky to have you.” He squeezes my fingers. “I feel the same way. Remember Annie? She helped the first few human women that changed, and she’s going to work with you on controlling your shift.” A car whooshes by us in the passing lane. I met Annie over the holidays when we spent time with Tori. She’s one of those women that has probably always mothered people. Her home smelled like apple pie, and she’s a hugger. Which is good, because I bet I’m going to need a few before this is over. When I don’t respond, Adrian says, “The best part is that when you do shift, you’re going to get to run free. I think part of your problem is that your bear is cooped up in Brunswick. My free-spirited mate, your bear needs room to breathe too.”

“You might be right. It felt really good to run yesterday. Really good.” I gaze out at the woodlands we’re winding through, and when I inhale the odor now, it’s not so bad. My bear growls with the urge to be free, and my chest rumbles. “I can tell,” says Adrian. “We’re going to get you used to your bear in no time. You’ll see.” I lean over and kiss him on the cheek. “I love you.” He smiles. “I love you too.” We exit the interstate to travel through a small town before we get to an isolated area. The kind of land that I imagine is a place bear can roam free. I didn’t notice that when we came for New Year’s Eve. I glance down at my phone and click it on for the directions to my sister Tori’s house. As the alpha of the Veilleux clan, she inherited a mansion that her mate, Keith, and she moved into a month ago. I say, “We need to turn right in about a mile.” As we get closer, my emotions fluctuate between excitement at seeing my sister and shame for being such a failure that I need a shifting trainer. I sigh, and Adrian says, “I wish you’d stop beating yourself up over this. I swear I wasn’t lying when I told you most of us struggle with control when we first change.” “I believe you. I know I should stop comparing myself to my sisters.” And I do get over my self-shaming for the whole minute it takes before we turn into Tori’s driveway. It’s a long paved road that is framed by ancient oak trees and leads up to a huge Victorian-style home that has to have at least ten bedrooms. “Wow.” I glance at the crocuses that seem to have spilled out of a bucket on the lawn, and I’m amazed that the grass is so green even with patches of snow near the tree line of the forest. She’s living the dream I planned for myself, and jealousy seeps into my veins. I give myself a mental head shake, because one semester off from college doesn’t mean I can’t become a doctor. Adrian glances at me, and sometimes I think he can read my mind, because he says, “With this huge house comes enormous responsibility.” I nod because he’s right. Tori leads a clan, and it can’t be easy. When the engine cuts off, I grab Adrian’s arm and grip the solid muscle. “Hey.” He turns to me, and I smile as I lean in to kiss him. “There’s a reason you’re my true mate. Thanks.” When we break apart, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and says, “This trip is going to give you a lot of answers, babe. Now let’s go inside so Tori and you can talk on top of each other while Keith and I fend for ourselves.” I roll my eyes at him before I step out of the car. Stones crunch under our feet as we make our way to the door. It opens before we get to the top step, and Tori rushes past the butler toward me. I want to laugh at her royal highness in sweats and a University of Maine T-shirt that has a stain on the front. She says, “I’ve been bouncing around waiting for you to get here. You have no idea how excited I am.” I crush her in a hug. “Same. God, it’s so good to see you again.” Tori steps back and gives me a once-over with her vivid-green eyes that are a Veilleux

trait I share. “You look fantastic. Now come on inside. Carol made cookies.” Carol is her cook, and she makes the best desserts. Once we step through the door, our bags thud when Adrian sets them down. Tori steps over to him to exchanges cheek kisses. “And you, I swear you got more handsome.” Adrian chuckles at her. “I see you have Ginny’s charm.” I say, “It’s a sister thing.” We’re in a large entryway, and I gaze at the hand-carved woodwork as Keith comes walking down the hall toward us. He and Adrian grasp each other’s hand in hello before he leans down and kisses my cheek. “How’s my favorite sister-in-law?” I shake my head. “You say that to all of us, don’t you?” His eyes twinkle. “Just the one I’m talking to.” He nods down the hall. “Come on in.” We follow Keith to a room that is decorated in deep burgundy and dark wood that says old money. I detect the faint odor of whiskey and cigars, but Keith doesn’t look the part in loose jeans and a flannel shirt. He asks, “What can I get you to drink? Beer? Wine? Soda?” Adrian says, “I’d love a beer.” Tori has my arm, and she leads me to the couch. “We’ll take the white wine I like.” She smiles at me. “After all, this is kind of like a vacation.” I sink into a leather couch that is softer than I expected as Tori says, “Are you sure you can’t stay more than a few days?” “I’m sure. We have a gig on Friday night, and we can’t cancel on them with such short notice.” Keith says, “That’s right. I’ve heard you’re becoming rather famous.” He hands Tori and me a glass of wine, and Tori leans back with a sigh. Adrian says, “I don’t know about that, but they’re paying us now, and we might get to play more than once a month, so I guess we draw a crowd.” He chuckles. “Stop,” I say. Adrian is a big part of why the crowds are coming, and he’s being modest. “They’ve always paid us. But now we get more than our bar tab covered.” When I first formed our band, Second Sound, Andre was the only Lindquist brother to play with us. My friend Jacob was the official bandleader, and he wasn’t the best at negotiation. He and our drummer, Brita, ran off to California together over holiday break, so I sucked in the other three Lindquist brothers and handed over the bandleader title to Aleck. He may be quiet, but he keeps us in line and has a knack for getting us what we deserve from club owners. I sigh. “I’m a little nervous about Friday night. Adrian’s brother Aleck composed a song for us, and he seems to think I have mad skills on the keyboards, because on one part I can’t seem to go fast enough.” I glance at Adrian. “I kind of lost it when I was practicing, and that’s why we’re here.” Adrian rubs my arm as he asks, “Keith, what was it like for you when you first tried to shift?”

“Oh man, it sucked. There’s a reason parents joke about sending their preteens off to an island for a few years. It’s a mess.” Tori asks, “So you didn’t have control of your shift right away?” “God no.” He glances at me. “My first shift was so embarrassing. I was one of the first in my peer group to do it, and it happened in the middle of gym class when I got hit by a ball.” He sighs. “I couldn’t shift back, and the school nurse had to talk me down.” Tori says, “Oh, wow. How old were you?” “Fifth grade.” He shakes his head. “Kids are so mean. I endured snickers behind my back for weeks. I think it was two months before I could shift back to human on command.” Adrian glances at me, and I ask, “So is it pretty normal for full werebear to have trouble with shifting?” Keith nods. “Definitely. Annie and a lot of other girls had trouble shifting into a bear. Her twin, Brady, is my best friend, and the two of us had to make her mad for it to happen.” He grins. “That was pretty fun.” “Thanks,” I say. “You’ve made me feel better about my problem.” Keith says, “Good, because if you ask me, Tori and the other human women are the freaks for making it look so easy.” Tori’s touch on my arm makes me turn to her. “He’s right. And you have to remember, we don’t know what normal is for halves like us. This is brand-new territory.” Tori is referring to the fact that it’s only been a couple years that the Northeast Kingdom bears even knew halves could change. Adrian says, “You know, in polar bear clans, those that work the hardest to keep from shifting in the beginning are recruited as warriors.” He waggles his eyebrows at me. “Maybe you’re destined to kick my ass.” I speak in his head as I picture the perfect round globes of his backside with the hollowed-out sides I love to hold. “I’ve got plans for your ass, and it’s not kicking.” “Bring it, babe.” Tori clears her throat, and I guess she smells my arousal. She changes the subject back to music. “I didn’t get the music gene.” She grins at me as she says, “Did Ginny ever tell you how they wouldn’t let me sing in the car?” Adrian speaks telepathically to me. “See? We all have our gifts, babe.” He says to Tori, “Surely you’re not that bad.” Keith snorts and quickly takes a drink from his beer bottle. I say, “Oh, she is.” “I was tortured for it, and I refused to take music lessons,” says Tori. “So my mother let me go to math camp instead.” She chuckles. “And I came home to convince my sisters that math geeks were much hotter than band ones.” Keith says, “Hey. I was a math geek.” Tori winks at him. “I know.” I glance over at Adrian and think about how the girls fall all over his brothers and

him when we play. When band geeks grow up to be rockers, they’re totally hot too. Keith says, “We’re invited to Annie and Tristan’s for dinner. Why don’t I show you where you’re staying so you can get settled before we go.” Keith brings us back down the hall toward the front door, and I glance into a large room that makes me think of fancy parties. I imagine gowns and tuxedos as champagne bubbles in glasses. A grand piano is at the other end of the room, and its polished wood glistens in the sunlight that fills the space. We climb up the stairs and end up in a large room that overlooks the backyard. I gaze out the window and stare longingly at the forest as my bear growls again. Adrian comes to stand next to me, and he puts his arm around my shoulders. “Your bear likes it here. This is her home.” “Does it really work that way?” I turn to gaze at my mate, who came here from the Arctic. “Does your bear miss your home?” He shakes his head. “You are my home, and as long as I’m with you, I’ll always be happy.” Adrian kisses me, and I drink him in as I wonder if my bear will ever be that content.

4

nnie is the sister of the Le Roux clan alpha and true mate of Tristan, the De Rozier clan A alpha, while Tori is my alpha. When Adrian and I get married, I’ll most likely become a De Rozier, which means Tristan would become my alpha. It occurs to me on the drive over to Tristan and Annie’s house that I should probably be nervous. I know an alpha is a big deal, but because my sister is one I probably don’t give it the honor it deserves. Keith is driving the Jeep, with Adrian riding shotgun, and Tori and I are in the backseat together. The shocks squeak as we bounce along a dirt road, and I ask her, “Hey, should I bow or anything when I meet Tristan?” “Tristan is more formal than I am,” says Tori. “So you might want to shake his hand and treat him with respect, but I don’t think you need to be submissive or anything.” Keith says, “That’s right. Since only Tori can alpha order you, she’s the one you should be worried about.” He chuckles. Because the Lindquist brothers live away from the clan, I’m not aware of most clan rules. They haven’t mattered. “Interesting.” I say as I turn to Tori, “I forgot you can make me do anything you want. I can think of a few times in the past that you would have liked that.” She nods but is serious when she says, “It’s not a power I take lightly.” I imagine being able to control hundreds of people, and I don’t like it. Tori has no choice in where she lives, and I bet she spends a lot of time dealing with clan politics, which must make it difficult to get schoolwork done. No wonder she dropped to part time. My life could be so much harder. I sigh thinking about how I wish I could finish out the semester instead of taking incompletes I’ll have to make up over the summer. Tori touches my arm. “Hey, what’s going on?” “I was just thinking about school.” I paste a smile on as I think about how Tori’s life was turned upside down and she was handed some pretty big shoes to fill. It makes my problem look pale in comparison. I say, “But once I learn control, I’ll get to return. This is just a minor detour.” “I hear you,” says Tori. “Dear old Dad sure left a legacy.” Victor Veilleux, the previous alpha of our clan, was our biological father, and when he impregnated our human mother, he set destiny in motion by passing on the alpha gene. Only my sisters and I

didn’t know we were half werebear or even that such a thing existed until a few months ago. I nod as we turn onto a long, straight driveway. The gate is wrought iron and tall enough that I crane my neck to see the top. As we approach the house, I take in a building that is a modern version of a mansion. And when we get to the front door, I grin at the height. Most of the De Roziers must be about seven feet tall like the Lindquist brothers, and of course they’d want to live in a home that accommodates their size. A tall blond man greets us, and Tori introduces me to Tristan. I gaze at him and decide I don’t have to try to be a little afraid of him. Even his smile comes across as cold. His handshake is firm enough to hurt, and I do my best to squeeze with similar strength back. Something flickers in his eyes, and I swear he’s trying not to smile. I blink in confusion as I wonder what he thinks is funny. We enter into the aroma of cinnamon and sugar baking, and Annie rushes toward us. “Welcome!” She hugs and kisses everyone and saves me for last. She scans my body with her eyes and says, “You are one mighty-fine-looking werebear, Ginny. Now come with me.” She takes my arm and leads me away as I glance over my shoulder at Adrian. He winks, and I turn back as Annie says, “Let’s go for a run. I have a feeling your bear needs it.” I guess we aren’t wasting any time before I begin my training, and we stop in a small area that is just past the kitchen. It’s a typical New England mudroom lined with hooks and cubbies for outdoor clothing. Annie talks as she begins to strip off her shirt. “So I hear you have trouble with staying human, is that right?” This woman is treating getting naked with a near stranger as if it’s normal, and I follow her lead as I pretend it’s not a big deal for me either as I lift my shirt over my head. “Yeah. Mostly when I get angry or frustrated.” “Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you usually a hothead?” I slide my only pair of jeans down over my hips, and the denim rasps over my thighs. “No. Well. I didn’t used to be. But lately I feel as if my emotions are magnified.” Annie is completely nude, and she nods at me as I remove my bra. “Huh. I think Adrian’s right. Your bear is acting out because she’s feeling trapped.” I pick up my clothes off the floor, and my shoes thump when I place everything in a cubby the way Annie does. The low growl that’s been happening all day rumbles through me, and Annie grins as she says, “C’mon, you’re going to love this.” We step outside, and she asks, “How do you usually make the shift happen?” “I don’t. It just does when I don’t want it to.” “Really?” She frowns. “Adrian didn’t teach you how to shift?” “He didn’t have to. When he bit me, it hurt, and I shifted right away.” Annie says, “Damn, talk about an orgasm like no other.” My jaw drops, and she says, “Please tell me he bit you during sex, because if he--” “He did.” My cheeks are flaming with heat, and I chuckle before I say, “Not much is sacred for you, is it?”

She rolls her eyes. “Get used to it. Believe it or not, people used to think I was kind of a prude, but now I just let my thoughts fly like most werebear. It’s a heck of a lot easier.” “I suppose it is. So?” “Right. Okay. Do you have trouble shifting back to human?” I shake my head. “I focus on breathing and imagine my skin closing around my fur.” “Good. To shift, what I want you to try is to think of something that has made you angry, and when you sense your bear start to prickle against your skin, imagine opening it up to let the fur out.” She frowns. “Does that make sense to you?” “Yeah.” I close my eyes and return to the frustration I felt when I was trying to memorize Aleck’s new song. The growl inside me gets loud, and this time my prickle barely starts before I realize I’m a bear. A roar sounds, and it takes a second for me to realize it’s me. I gaze at Annie, who is now the one with her jaw wide open. Shit. I did it wrong. I take a deep breath to shift back to human, and just like shifting into a bear, it’s almost immediate. Annie shakes her head and whispers, “Holy shit.” “What?” She scowls for a second, and I recognize the look as the one Adrian gets when he’s talking to me in his head. I grab her arm and speak louder. “What?” The door squeaks open, and I turn to Tristan. I lift my leg to cover myself as I cross my arms over my breasts. He gazes at my eyes only and says, “Annie tells me you can shift instantaneously.” “Yes.” I say it as if it’s a question. He asks, “Can you do it again?” I glance at Annie, and she nods encouragement, so I close my eyes to perform. I’m nervous, but that seems to add to the intensity of the frustration I bring forward. When I glance at Tristan with my bear vision, I discover his eyes are flashing again, and I can’t figure out if he’s impressed or pissed. I’m not sure if I should shift back to human, but my bear has had enough of this game and she wants to run, so I begin to pace in agitation. Tristan says, “Take her for a run, and I’ll talk to Tori.” As curious as I am about what Tristan plans to tell my sister, it’s not enough to stop me from moving, and the moment Annie begins to gallop, I follow her into the woods. My muscles revel in their power as we run. Annie is a beautiful brown bear, and I wonder if I’m that attractive. It’s not as if I’ve ever looked at myself in a mirror as a bear. She weaves me through trees with grace. We don’t stop until we reach a ridge, and I gaze over the edge as we catch our breath. It’s a long drop down to a fast-moving river. Annie nudges me with her snout and then jumps. My heart leaps into my throat at the height but as soon as her body splashes, I jump too. If I were human right now, I’d scream all the way down, and an odd noise comes out of me instead. I plunge into the water and let the current take me for a ride before I break

the surface to search for Annie. I’m not sure if bear grin, but I sure am. I swim over to her, and she takes us to a large rock. It’s on the edge of an area that is shallower, and when she stands up, I notice the flashes of silver swimming around her. She swipes quickly with a paw and spears a fish to flip it into the air and gobble it down. Fun! I move next to her and try to snag my own snack. It’s amazingly easy, and I spear one immediately. While the idea of a raw fish, skin and all, would make my human stomach turn, it appeals to my bear, and I toss it up to catch it in my mouth. The scales are smooth on my tongue, and a light, fresh flavor floods my mouth when I bite. I let the deliciousness slither down my throat. After a while we tire of fishing, and Annie and I lie on the large rock to soak up the spring sun for a while before she takes me back to the woods. When we return to the house, I find shifting back just as easy as it was earlier, and a relaxed feeling envelops me. The soft cotton of my shirt slides over my relaxed body, and I say, “That was amazing. Thank you. I can’t even explain how much better I feel.” “Oh, I get it. Sometimes a girl just needs to let the animal out.” I chuckle at her before I remember Tristan’s reaction to my quick shift. I ask, “What did I do earlier that shocked you?” She shakes her head. “I’ve never seen someone shift as quickly as you do. Even the Le Roux’s fiercest warriors will be impressed.” Warriors? I recall Adrian telling me that when a young werebear can’t keep from shifting they choose them for clan fighters. Am I supposed to be a warrior? I must have a look of horror on my face, because Annie breaks me from my thoughts with a touch on my arm. “Hey. We’ll sort this out. It’s a good thing, okay?” “Yeah. Sure.” My bare feet are suddenly cold as I yank on my socks, and I wonder how exactly the fact that I’m supposed to be a killer is a good thing.

5

fter I finish getting dressed, Annie hands me a glass of wine and tells me to go into the A living room while she tends to dinner. I walk into a large room that is open two stories high and over to the sitting area formed by three oversized couches in a semicircle. I sink down next to Adrian as he asks, “How was it?” I sigh as I lean into him. I need the comfort of my mate because I’m freaking out on the inside and know I have to keep it together until later. “I feel like I just had a massage.” He wraps his arm around my shoulders, and I glance at Tori. The only two people a werebear can communicate telepathically with are their mate and their alpha. She speaks in my head. “Warrior, huh?” I glare at her. “What the hell, Tori? Am I supposed to become your trained assassin or something?” “Of course not.” She stands and says, “I’m going to show Ginny the gardens.” When we get outside, I notice the temperature has dropped as evening approaches. Neither of us put on a coat, and I wrap my arms around myself as we walk toward a fountain that is surrounded by bright color. Tori says, “Look. I’m sure finding out you’re a warrior is freaking you out right now.” “Ya think? How can that even be possible?” I’ve always been the family peacemaker. Heck, I was the one who usually smoothed things over in our friend group too. Until I became a werebear, I could count on my hand the number of times I got really mad. Teaching me to fight would be like teaching Tori how to sing -- some things just can’t happen. “I’m not sure.” Tori stops and steps in front of me so we’re facing each other. She grips my arms lightly. “Ginny, I know this is going to sound crazy, because believe me, I never thought I’d be an alpha. We’re given these gifts for a reason. I don’t know what this means for you, but destiny has a plan.” I yank my arms out of her grasp and say, “No. Don’t give me that lame ‘a greater power has a plan’ excuse because something bad happened. It’s nice for those that believe. But when you don’t...” Tears sting in my eyes because coming to Orono didn’t make things better. Somehow everything has gotten worse. I take a shaky breath and say,

“I’m here to learn to control my shift, and that’s it.” “Of course, and you will. I’d never force you to do something you don’t want to do.” Tori links her arm with mine and starts to walk us back to the house as she says, “I’m not sure, but I think there’s more to this than we realize. For now, just be happy you have amazing new reflexes and can shift faster than Superman, okay?” I snap back, “I’d rather be Wonder Woman!” Tori grins as she leans against me. “You’re freaking Black Widow.” I offer her a wry smile as I realize I’m taking my anger out on her. “That works.” By the time I finish a glass of wine and we sit down for dinner, I’ve managed to get over myself. Even if my bear is a warrior, I realize it doesn’t mean I have to exercise that strength. Adrian knows I’m upset, but I told him I’d explain everything later. I’m afraid I’m going to break down in tears, and I want to be alone with my mate when that happens, because I’m going to need his comfort. He’s next to me, and his hand rests on my thigh as he reaches for the wine bottle. Burgundy liquid splashes in my glass as he refills my goblet, and Annie tells us a story about finding their three little girls having a food fight one morning. I bite into the cheesy goodness of lasagna, and as if on cue three blond girls come running into the kitchen. A woman about my age, who I guess is the babysitter, stands in the doorway as the girls hug and kiss their parents goodnight. I gaze at Adrian and think about how some day we’ll have children that do the same. I’m barely old enough to imagine getting married, but the amazing thing about a true mate bond is it’s for life, and I can fantasize about the years to come for us with the knowledge that they probably will. A yawn escapes before I can hide it, and Annie asks, “The tension’s gone, isn’t it?” “It’s amazing. I haven’t felt this great since--” I realize only Tori would get what I was about to say, but Annie finishes my sentence for me anyway. “Since you were changed.” “Yeah. Sorry.” Tristan says, “I imagine this has been quite unsettling for you. Having everything you thought you knew change in a matter of weeks isn’t easy to accept.” His gaze is serious but not as cold as before, and I think he’s referring to how the De Rozier clan moved to Maine to save themselves. I place my hand over Adrian’s as I think about how we never would have met if it hadn’t been for their glacier melting. I suppose some drastic changes do bring good. Adrian says, “Sometimes it brings you wonderful surprises. Coming here was the best thing that ever happened to me.” I turn to gaze into his eyes, and the love I see makes my heart want to burst. I say, “Me too.” I speak to him telepathically. “No matter how upset I am about this, I’d do it all again to have you.” Adrian tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and his touch makes my insides quiver

with desire as he says, “Me too, babe. Me too.” Tori clears her throat, and I turn to glare at her as I communicate with my alpha sister in a snippy tone. “You and Keith don’t have sex anymore?” She grins at me as she says, “I think we should get back. Some of us need to get to bed.” I roll my eyes at her as we stand. What I really need is to play music. It’s the best way I know to deal with what troubles me, and I recall the grand piano I saw at Tori’s. I wonder how soundproof the room is and then decide I can always ask to play when we get back so I don’t wake anyone. When we arrive at the Veilleux mansion, I announce my plan. Keith says to Adrian, “I have a nice scotch if you’re interested,” and the guys retreat to Keith’s study. A teapot clatters on the stove as Tori turns on the burner and says, “Don’t step on the muffle thingy. I miss hearing you play.” I grin at her because she purposely pretends she doesn’t have a clue about music, and I say, “Fine,” before I leave her to walk down the hall. My footsteps disrupt the silence of the grand space when I get there. I flip a switch, and a large crystal chandelier illuminates the room. I lower the dimmer so that it glows and make my way to the piano. The wood is smooth under my hand as I drag my fingers along the top and seat myself at the padded bench. Someone must have liked to play in the Veilleux family, because the seat is designed for comfort, and I sink into the cushion as I flex my digits. The key cover clunks as I lift it, and I stroke the keys lightly to feel the smooth ivories before I begin to play. I start off with simple scales to warm up and notice the piano must have been tuned lately, because the tone is true. I start off with Beethoven’s Fantasia. I love the way the notes spill out in bursts, but each time I get to one of the scales, I realize my fingers move too quickly. I sigh and stop to relax before frustration takes over. I hadn’t noticed anyone had entered the room, and when a coaster clatters on top of the piano followed by a glass thumping, I glance up at Adrian. He seats himself next to me without a word and begins to play Beethoven’s Contra Dance, which is a beginning duet most piano students would know. He sets the tempo, and I join in. I realize he’s trying to help me with the pace, and I bump him in thanks as we play. I turn it into a game and change the song on him. Tori and Keith have come to watch as he chases after me while I lead him through all the music I can remember from my childhood lessons. I glance at Tori and wink when I turn the tune to Chopsticks. Adrian chuckles as he keeps playing, and the next thing I know we’re competing for speed. I ramp up the movement of my fingers steadily, and Adrian stops as I watch my hands in amazement. The notes are so quick now that they almost blend together, and Keith says, “Whoa.” I can’t seem to stop, and I let the music take me away as I move my hands up and down the keys at a speed I hardly believe is possible. Oh my god. I stop, and silence slaps

me in the face with my realization. “My reflexes.” Adrian grins at me as he says, “I think you just kicked my ass.” I launch into the new song Aleck wrote that was giving me trouble. I let my fingers do what they want, and it’s almost as if the less I focus on making them move quickly, the easier it is for them to flow. I let the song take me away as happiness fills me with warmth. When I’m done, Tori smiles at me. “This is your new gift, Ginny. Use it wisely.” I nod at her as tears fill my eyes. Adrian puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me to his chest. “Babe, why are you crying?” I shake my head and whisper, “I don’t know.” But I do know. I’m crying because I’ve spent the last month hating my new state. I was sure that becoming a werebear was a curse I had to endure to have the love of my life, and now I know that if I had only let the change happen instead of fighting it every step of the way, I would have realized that it isn’t. I gaze through a watery veil into Adrian’s face. “Thank you.” “Hey, you’re welcome, but I’m not sure what I did.” I sniff and say, “You found me.” I touch his cheek, and he leans down to kiss me. Tori clears her throat again, and I flip her off as I keep kissing Adrian. She says, “Yeah, just take it upstairs. I don’t want to think about you two on this piano. Okay?” Adrian breaks our kiss and winks at me. “There’s a great big bed in our room. I sure am tired.” I chuckle as I let him lead me away.

6

spent three days immersing myself in the ways of werebear. I learned more about our Iabilities, and that for me it’s important to let my bear out on a regular basis. Apparently my warrior traits mean I’ve become physical in nature, and it was recommended I satisfy my need to fight by taking some kind of class like kickboxing. When I balked at that, Tori reminded me that it’s always a good idea for women to take a self-defense class. Looking at it in that light helped, and I promised I’d find something. When we got back to Brunswick, I noticed our apartment had a shiny new door. Aleck and Aaron must have taken care of it while we were gone, and I decide that I’ll make them cookies this afternoon as a thank-you. Adrian had to go in for a security shift at the college, and music plays in the background as Aleck tinkers with a new song in the living room. A bowl clatters on the countertop as I gather supplies to bake. I’m not quite sure what Aaron is doing, but I guess it involves a girl. He’s enjoying himself immensely with the college’s female population since few women can refuse a sexy drummer. When I reach for the sugar, I notice the canister is light and open it to discover I don’t have enough for my cookies. Considering the sisters that share our duplex come over for something almost every day so they can flirt with the male occupants of my house, I figure they owe me, so I grab my measuring cup and head on over. I ring the bell and shift from foot to foot as I wait. Maggie peers through the lace curtain at me before she opens the door to say, “Goodness, Ginny. What a surprise.” I hold out my measuring cup and say, “I’ve run out of sugar. I don’t suppose I could borrow a cup from you?” “Of course. Come right on in.” She lets me by and yells loudly enough that I jump, “Colleen! We have company!” Maggie leads me into the kitchen and opens a cabinet to pull down coffee filters. I guess I’m here for a visit. I smile as I set my measuring cup down and take a seat at the small kitchen table as she says, “You know, I see so much of the boys, but my sister and I barely know you.” “Well, there’s no time like the present.” It’s not as though I have anything else to do considering I’m no longer enrolled in classes. Colleen shuffles in and grins at me with a set of perfect teeth that must be dentures.

“Why, how good of you to come by.” She sits across from me and winks. “Living with all those boys. Oh, how I wish we could have done that in our day.” I smile back. “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” I scowl dramatically. “We do share a bathroom.” Colleen frowns back. “Oh my, I hadn’t considered that.” Coffee gurgles and drips into the pot as Maggie joins us. “Pity about the door, but brothers do like to roughhouse.” I nod, grateful that she doesn’t know it was actually me that smashed through it. Colleen says, “Adrian tells me you’re going to be a doctor.” She pats my hand with her papery-smooth one. “That’s something. Do you know what kind?” “Surgery interests me the most right now.” Colleen gasps as she glances at Maggie. “Did you hear that? A surgeon.” I can’t help but chuckle when the women do. These two are adorable, and I’m beginning to see why my roommates like them so much. I ask, “Have you two always lived here?” Maggie says, “We sure have.” They share the story of how they both married young and lived only houses apart as they raised their families, and when they both were widowed within a year of each other, they bought this house together and turned it into a duplex. I smile at the way they finish each other’s sentences, and it makes me think of my sisters. I hope we’re still this close in our golden years. I swallow down the last of my weak cup of coffee as Colleen says, “So as you can see, we love being around young people.” I say, “The boys love being around you. They think you’re quite special.” Maggie grabs my hand and squeezes with her bony fingers. “You are sweet. You really must come over again.” She stands and takes my measuring cup. “Sugar, you say?” “Yes, please, and I’d love to visit again. Maybe next time you stop by I’ll be there.” I glance at Colleen, and she avoids my gaze. I think she might even blush a little, and I hold back my laugh. I want to assure her that Adrian would still flirt in front of me. Maggie hands me my sugar, and I thank them before I let myself out. When I get back to my side of the house, Aaron is home and sitting at the table with his laptop. He’s in a tight T-shirt to show off his full sleeves of tattoos. I say, “Hey, I just visited your girlfriends next door.” “Cute, aren’t they?” “They are.” Sugar rushes as I dump it into my bowl, and my whisk scrapes as I begin to mix. “Thanks for fixing the door. I feel so stupid for breaking it the way I did.” Aaron says, “No worries. We all get it, you know.” He’s scrolling through something on his screen as he talks. I nod. “I’m beginning to understand that.” “Whoa. Check it.” Aaron’s computer scrapes against the table as he turns it toward me, and I see a YouTube video of us at our last show, back when I was still human. “Look

at how many hits we’ve gotten, and what’s uber sweet is the most-liked comment advertises our gig tomorrow night.” “Wow.” This is great news, but my heart rate increases as I begin to worry. What if I freak out on stage and start to shift? I’d been avoiding the reality of tomorrow night, but now I need a plan, because turning into a bear in front of a huge crowd would so not be good. The bones in my bottom thud when I drop into the chair across from Aaron. “Hey, you okay?” I shake my head. “What if I shift?” He nods at me slowly, and I notice his spiked hair must be full of gel, because it doesn’t move. “We need a plan.” He waves at my bowl. “Don’t stop making the cookies, girl. We’ll think of something.” I stand up and roll my eyes at him. Aaron’s not the type to worry about anything except maybe where his next meal is coming from, and I should have known he wouldn’t be much help. I communicate with Adrian. “Hey, got a minute?” “What’s up?” Bright light from the fridge illuminates me as I grab two eggs. “We need to figure out what to do tomorrow night in case I start to shift on stage.” “But you won’t. What could possibly frustrate you or make you mad?” I sigh. Why don’t these guys take me seriously? “I don’t know, Adrian. But I’m not going to stop worrying until we have a strategy, so think on it.” “Will do, babe. Love you.” “I love you too.” I listen to the music coming from the living room while I finish mixing the batter. As I spoon out the dough, I decide I need to ask Aleck for help. He’s not going to like it, but I think he needs to be my pinch hitter. The cookie sheet clatters as I place it in the oven, and I take a deep breath as I walk toward him. He’s using my keyboard, and a pencil is stuck behind his ear as he plays. I sit across from him and wait until Aleck is ready to talk. He looks up immediately. I wring my hands as I say, “I have a huge favor to ask you.” “You’re worried about shifting on stage.” “Yeah.” I frown. “How did you know?” Aleck shrugs. “Because I would be if I were you.” “So what do you think we should do?” “Well, I can be backstage right near you and drag you off if you start to shift.” He says it in a stoic manner as if the answer is obvious. “You’d do that for me?” Now it’s Aleck’s turn to frown as he says, “Yes.” “And you realize you’d probably have to play for me too, right?” He nods, and I lean over to kiss his cheek. The girls are going to go wild over Aleck’s brainiac appearance and quiet ways. He’s going to get unwanted attention, and I hope

he’s okay with the sacrifice he’s making for me. “Thank you. I know the idea of being on stage is something you hate, and I promise I’m not going to shift if I can help it.” He stares at me, and I back away as I bite my tongue to keep from asking him to tell me what he’s thinking. As I turn around to leave, Aleck says, “I don’t mind, Ginny. You’d do it for me.” I keep walking as a big grin covers my face. He’s so getting more cookies than Aaron.

7

his morning, the band rehearsed for our performance tonight. Everything went T smoothly, and after catching up with my sister, Nessa and I left feeling confident tonight will go well. Gideon’s Pub is the kind of hole-in-the-wall place that is not popular for its decor. While it appears that very little effort has gone into decorating with the mismatched furniture and paint-chipped walls, the owner loves music, and the sound system is where he spent his money. We’re in the back room as we wait to be announced. Aaron is drumming his sticks on the edge of a chair as I pace. Adrian talks in my head. “You’re going to be fine. Just dazzle them with your fast fingers, babe.” I glance over at Aleck, and he nods. I hope that means he’s ready. The plan is that he’ll be backstage right near me, and like a guide dog that can tell when an epileptic is about to have a seizure, he’ll be focused on sensing my mood and ready to move. I hope I’ll be able to get out of my own way so all he has to do is step in for me. My sister Nessa is warming up her vocal cords as her broody mate, Andre, sits with Aleck so neither of them have to talk. Nessa and Andre met last fall when I convinced her to stand in for the singer that left us in the lurch. She resisted, but now, not only is she the mate of our bass player, she’s discovered singing is her thing. Nessa even changed her major, and I’ve never seen her happier. I walk over to Adrian for physical support. He hugs me tight. “I know tonight will be fine. You haven’t accidentally shifted since before we left.” “I haven’t had a reason to.” I gaze up at him and notice a twinkle in Adrian’s eye goes with the erection he’s pressing into my stomach. A wave of desire washes over me. Adrian’s breath hitches before he says, “We have another ten minutes...” I nod and grab his hand to yank him out to the van we use to transport equipment. “We’ll be right back.” Nessa shakes her head at me, but I know she understands. This is her first spring as a werebear, and she’s feeling the intense pull of mating fever too. She and Andre got into the van tonight with the distinct odor of coupling. I’m breathless by the time we get to the van, and it’s from a mix of sexual desire and the fact that Adrian practically ran. The back doors slam with a metallic thud, and our

mouths meet, and we begin to strip each other’s clothes off. I straddle Adrian’s lap as he reaches between my legs and groans. “So ready.” I grab his cock and guide him into me. “It’s the reflexes.” Adrian’s teeth shimmer in the streetlight as he grins. “I like.” He moans as I ride him and pants out, “A lot.” My need for Adrian never seems sated, and my orgasm approaches like a tidal wave. The whole van is rocking with our movement, and I’m sure anyone walking by can hear our cries as we both explode with our release. I sink down over my mate with a smile, because if any of Adrian’s groupies were hanging around, they know he’s mine. Hell, anyone within a mile radius knows Ginny made him come. I sigh against his damp chest as he combs through my hair with his fingers. “Feel better?” he asks. “Much.” I lean up to gaze down at him. “Now let’s go make music.” As I begin to climb off him to get dressed, he grabs me and pulls me back down. “Babe, we just did.” He kisses me with the kind of passion that’s more than sex. It’s infused with the fierce bond of our love, and I’m dizzy by the time he lets go. I’m in a giddy daze as we make our way back to the pub. I have enough time for a quick bathroom trip to clean up before we’re called to the stage. Sex with Adrian was a good idea, because I set myself behind my keyboards in a relaxed state. When Aaron counts us down for our first song, I’m more than ready. We have two new songs to play tonight, but I’m completely comfortable I’ve got them down. It’s a good thing I’m not a jealous person, because Adrian works the females in the crowd like a famous rocker. It’s not uncommon for him to yank a girl up to the stage to dance with him. It’s all part of the show and has never bothered me, until tonight. The bass of our music throbs in my veins almost painfully when a pretty blonde gets pulled up on the stage, and my stomach clenches as I watch her gyrate in front of my mate. I take a deep breath and tamp down my urge. While I think I can hold on, I speak to Adrian for help anyway. “My bear doesn’t like her.” Adrian dances her over to Andre. This is not Andre’s thing at all, but he makes the best of it as Nessa comes to his rescue by turning it into a three-way dance session. The girl is eating up the attention, and Adrian comes over near me as he sings. I smile at him as the spotlight illuminates us. “I’m in control, thanks.” A grin covers Adrian’s face as he bows down with a flourish of his arm to indicate I’m about to solo. I focus on my keys and let my fast fingers fly. I’m a showoff, and it doesn’t take much for me to get lost in my performance. The cheering of the crowd roars in my ears as I play, and when I slow it down to an end, I glance at Adrian. Hair is stuck to his face and neck with sweat, and it glistens in the light. His sculpted body is highlighted by his T-shirt that’s damp with moisture, and the adoration in his eyes is all I need for acknowledgment. All is right in the world, because my mate is helplessly in love with me.

When it’s time for Andre and Nessa to sing their duet they wrote together, Adrian falls back to let them have center stage. My part in the song is simple, and I spend time glancing around at my band. Aaron is in his head as his arms move with his steady beat, and my sister and her mate singing their hearts out to each other radiates the love they share. It’s the kind of song girls play over and over as they dream about a guy, and I think about how I’m a part of something that touches so many. My heart surges with the joy I feel at this realization. When my sister and her mate hold the final note of the song, it’s as if it reaches inside me and flips a switch. Maybe music is what I’m destined for. The crowd’s cheers break my moment, and I shake my head at myself for being so cocky. Our final song is one of the new ones. It would usually be a risky move to do this since people like the familiar and you want to end on a high with your fans. But Aleck is a musical genius, and because the chorus is repetitive and simple, people are singing along quickly. The upbeat tempo makes them move, and Aleck’s magic touch has done it again. We end on such a high, girls are screaming as guys yell for an encore. Adrian plays the crowd and calls out, “I think you want more!” The room vibrates with cheers. Adrian walks around the stage in his rock star strut as if he has to check with us on what we’ll play. But we all know it’s the very first song of Aleck’s we ever played, and the one that continues to have the most YouTube hits. We launch into a tune I can play in my sleep and have fun with it. I turn back to search for Aleck, and when I find him smiling, I break from playing to yank him on stage with us. I say, “This is your moment too. Come play with me.” I communicate with Adrian. “Give Aleck a shout out.” When the song ends, my mate jogs over to Aleck and me and gives him praise. Poor Aleck reddens from embarrassment when a girl yells, “Aleck, I love you!” Adrian yells back, “He’s shy, girls. Go easy on him.” I bump against Aleck. “Sorry, bud, but you’re hot. They can’t help themselves.” Aleck offers me a tiny smile, and I grin, because even if he doesn’t crave it, he likes the recognition, and I’m glad I made it happen. We played past last call, and the lights flip on moments after we finish. Tired and wet with sweat, we begin the process of breaking down to pack up the van. We’re all high from a successful performance, and as I head toward the back door, a girl calls out for Adrian. I’m shocked at my immediate reaction as jealousy burns in me. I turn to discover an attractive brunette grabbing his arm and leading him away. Damn my fast reflexes, because my bear snaps with jealousy and practically explodes out of my body as the sound of my clothing ripping is almost like a shot. Something slams into me and flattens me onto the pavement right outside the door. Sharp pain radiates through my spine. Shit! I shift back to human in an instant as a heavy weight lifts off me. Aaron hovers over my body and shakes his head. “Dude.” He whips off his shirt, and the damp cotton lands on my chest. I crinkle my nose at his scent, but I don’t have much

choice, so I sit up and pull it over my head quickly to scramble into the van. Aaron leans in and drops the remains of my clothes next to me as he grins. “Way to avoid a breakdown, Ginny.” “Did anyone see?” “Naw, I tackled you, and you shifted before I could get off you. They just think I wanted a little one-on-one with the lead singer’s girl.” I resist the urge to roll my eyes at my savior, and say, “Thanks.” “No worries.” The metal door rings with his slap before he walks away. I climb over the seat to get to my bag of extra clothes. I’m pissed that I tore through my last pair of jeans and tug on yoga pants. They stick to my sweaty skin, and I prickle with the threat of another shift as I get angry with myself for losing control. I inhale deeply. I have no idea where my jealousy came from. I force myself to think about it later, because I really need to tamp down my bear right now. The urge to run through the woods is strong, and I promise myself I’ll let my bear out when we get home. I curl up on the backseat and hug my knees as I send Adrian a telepathic message. “Where are you?” “Talking to a talent scout. Big stuff. Almost done.” Talent scout? Excitement takes the place of the adrenaline in my veins. Is someone important interested in Adrian? The passenger door across from me opens, and Nessa slides in. “Hey, I heard what happened.” “Yeah. But Aaron says nobody saw.” “I’m pretty sure they didn’t.” She quickly scans me with her eyes. “Wow. I’m so sorry, Ginny. This has to suck.” I nod, but I don’t want to talk about it, so I say, “Tonight went well, though, don’t you think?” She grins, and we relive highlights of the night as the guys finish loading the van. When it’s time to go, Adrian hops in the back, and Nessa moves over to let him sit between us. He notices my clothes and says, “Shit. You okay?” “I’m fine.” He pulls me into a hug as Aaron turns from the driver’s seat to glare at him. “Where the fuck were you?” “Talking to a talent scout.” He grins. “I need to make sure they’re legit, but we might be looking at a recording deal.” Everyone lets out a cheer of some sort except Aleck. He’s up front with Aaron, and he says, “I thought I was the band leader.” Adrian says, “You are. Believe me, you are.” The seat creaks as he lifts up his hips to take something out of his back pocket. He reaches forward with a business card for Aleck. “Noel Keating will be calling you.” “Seriously?” I ask. “For real.” Adrian puts an arm around my shoulders. I lean into my mate as he relays the entire conversation he had with Noel, and I let everyone’s excitement drown out what I did tonight. Because no matter how great this

news is, it means I have got to find a way to keep my bear in check.

8

leck researched Noel and the company she represents to find they are indeed the real A deal. It was decided he and Adrian would meet with Noel and her boss, Link Murphy, for more details. When they left this morning to see them in Boston, I went to the gym. I spent a little time with the De Rozier trainer for warriors, and he taught me some kickboxing drills to practice on a punching bag. At the time, I thought I’d never want to use them, but after the other night, I think I need to exercise all my options for releasing my physical urges. I’m at the college gym since even though I no longer go to classes, I paid full tuition, and I might as well get something for it. I sigh as I stare at the long cylinder-shaped punching bag before me. A guy is working on one next to me while his friend in a red tank top holds it steady. The friend gives me the once-over, and I turn away from him to bounce on my toes in preparation. I throw an easy punch, and my fist barely smacks against the leather. The red-shirt guy ditches his friend and grabs my punching bag. “Want some help?” I punch again with a bit more force. “I’m good, but thanks.” I guess he didn’t really ask since he’s not moving. He says, “Nice form. Do you do this a lot?” I want to laugh at his obvious attempt at hitting on me, but the burn of my muscles as I move calls to me, and I ignore him as I speed up and hit harder. That’s it, Ginny. My bear is happy with the exercise, and I throw up a strong kick. The guy stumbles back a bit. “Whoa. Girl’s got moves.” I scowl at him because he’s breaking my concentration. I say, “It might be time for you to leave me alone now.” “Hey. Sorry. I’ll shut up.” I glare at him. “Good.” Any trouble I had with the concept of fighting is gone now, and I let my bear have her way with my human as we move with quick force. My combinations are simple but effective, and I notice red-shirt guy is straining to keep the bag steady for me. But he doesn’t let go, so I carry on. When I’m struggling to breathe, I stop. My chest heaves as I bend over to rest my hands on my thighs. Red-shirt guy’s friend must have been watching, because he says, “Wow. Not bad for

a--” I glance up at him and give him credit for stopping before a sexist remark came out and say, “Nice catch, and thanks.” The friend says, “I’m impressed too. I’d be happy to show you more moves if you want.” He’s trying so hard, and I decide to let him go gently. “That’s nice of you to offer, but my boyfriend is already teaching me.” The guy nods and steps back. I add, “Thanks for your help today. I appreciate it.” “Sure.” He turns and walks away with his friend. My sensitive bear ears hear them as one says, “There’s something hot about a chick that can fight.” I chuckle to myself as I take a swig from my water bottle and let the cool liquid slide down my throat. I may not want to be a warrior, but the calm that has settled over me makes it clear there’s no denying my body needs the physical activity of beating the crap out of something. I walk over to the bulletin board to find out more about martial arts classes. When I get home from the gym, Adrian and Aleck are pulling into the driveway. I let them take my car earlier since the brothers collectively own the van and it’s a gas hog. They grin as they climb out of my Volvo sedan. I say, “It must have gone well.” Adrian lifts me off my feet and twirls me around. “We have a tentative recording deal.” I grip his powerful shoulders as he sets me down. “That’s fantastic!” Aaron has come out of the house, and he lets out a whoop before he says, “I’ll call Andre and Nessa.” Adrian says, “Celebration time.” He has his arm around my shoulders as we walk toward the door, and he turns back to Aleck. “Pizza and beer?” “Definitely. When Nessa and Andre get here, we can explain everything at once.” Once we’re inside, Adrian gives us a quick overview of what happened. Apparently Noel followed us on YouTube, and when she played our music for Link, he sent her to see us in the flesh. She loved us, so Link flew into Boston to set things in motion. He wants to get us in the studio and see how well we can do recording. I listen quietly and watch as the Lindquist brothers talk excitedly about what this could mean. I’m happy for the guys, because I know how important music has always been for them. But it’s not my dream. I’m good, but far from great. And with my inability to control my shifting, I know I can’t be a part of this. I excuse myself to go shower as they chatter on so I can be alone. Hot water soothes my muscles as I stand under it, and my thoughts turn to how I’m going to get out of this. The band is a hobby for me, and even if we do well recording, I have no intention of going on the road to tour or spending months in recording studios. The reality is it’s hard to make good money at music, and my plan to be a doctor is more solid. Once I go back to school, I won’t have time to dedicate to a band that’s trying to get

their lucky break. The grin on Adrian’s face as he told us what happened is in the forefront of my mind. This is important to him, and I’m sure he’s counting on me. I wonder if Aleck could play keyboards, but I know better than to think that’s a possibility. Besides the fact that he doesn’t want to be in the limelight, he’s also not one that enjoys being mediocre. He’d hate feeling incompetent, and the level he’d want to be takes years to achieve. How am I going to get out of this? I flip off the water well before I’d like to in an effort to conserve it for my housemates, and I sigh as the rough cotton of my towel rubs against my skin. I need to talk to Adrian and figure out what we can do. The last thing I want is to ruin their dream, but I can’t follow through, and it’s best they know that so there’s time to find my replacement. When I get to our room, Adrian is on the bed in just a pair of jeans. My polar bear mate is always hot and would walk around naked if he could. At the moment, it’s handy for me, because just the sight of his defined abs makes my insides tremble with desire. The door snicks shut behind me as I bite my lower lip. My feet pad lightly over the floor as I clutch my towel at my chest. I climb up on the bed to stand and let the heavy fabric fall. “Busy?” Adrian shakes his head as he scrambles to his knees to remove his jeans. They land on the floor with a whoosh, and his warmth seeps into my skin as he slides his hands up my legs. “How did it go at the gym? Release some of your tension?” I nod. “I impressed some guys with my moves.” “Yeah?” Something flashes in Adrian’s eyes as his hands cup my butt cheeks, and I smile at his flicker of jealousy. “I told them I learned all I know from my boyfriend.” I sink down so that we’re both kneeling, and I thread my fingers through his hair to nip at his neck and whisper, “But I could use some new moves.” Adrian grabs my hips and flips me onto my back as the bed groans in complaint. I inhale sharply as he growls and lifts my legs over his shoulders. “Here’s one for you.” My mate lowers his mouth to my slippery sex and tastes me. I close my eyes as I grip his hair and let Adrian’s talented tongue make me forget my name. Before I get too close, he comes up for air. “You know that when I’m dancing with girls on stage it’s just for show.” “I do.” I lift my hips to indicate I want him to finish what he started. “And nobody could ever come between us, ever, right?” “Yes. That was my bear reacting the other night.” I whimper. “Adrian, please.” He grins at me and says, “Just checking,” before he returns to lapping and sucking my tender folds to make me cry out with my release. But I’m just warming up, and once I recover, I practice a move of my own to get Adrian on his back. Granted, he doesn’t put up much resistance, and the headboard slams against the wall as he chuckles. I say, “Let me show you what I just learned.” I take

him in my mouth, and he hisses when I begin to suck hard. His shaft is smooth as it pulses on my tongue. At the point Adrian is ready to come, he stops me, and the flash of his bear in his eyes tells me what he wants before he orders, “On your knees.” I’m happy to comply, and when he thrusts into me from behind, I push back for more as my skin prickles with the warning of a shift. But it’s different, because this is a low ache, as if my bear is reminding me she’s there, because I don’t feel the threat of anything more. Even as my orgasm crashes through me and restraint is gone, I stay human. As I lay on the mattress, tangled in the limbs of my mate, I wonder if I could figure out how to tap the control I have during sex for when other emotions take over. If I could... The scent of our lovemaking surrounds us, and I breathe it in as I trace my finger along a defined muscle in Adrian’s arm. He flexes under my touch, and I think about the joy that radiates around my mate when he plays his guitar and sings. He and his brothers came here from a life of hardship with nothing more than a limp backpack with their few belongings. A music deal means so much more than realizing a dream for them. It means coming here was worth it. I know I need to talk to Adrian about my plan to leave the band. But I think it can wait until tomorrow, because tonight I’m going to let the Lindquist brothers celebrate.

9

glance over at Adrian as he gazes out the tiny plane window to watch takeoff. Pressure Ibuilds in my ears, and I yawn to make them pop. The guys are beyond excited about this opportunity. When we found out we had an all-expenses-paid trip to LA as soon as we could get there, I decided to stay with them to cut the demo. For all I know, this adventure will end with no deal, we can continue on with the way things have been, and I can avoid leaving. Across the aisle, Aaron is tapping on his thighs as Aleck scowls, and I wonder how long it will be before Aleck grabs Aaron’s hands to make him stop. Nessa and Andre are a few rows ahead, and I suspect their heads are together as they dream big about a rock star career. My sister, who I had to force to sing with us months ago, has fallen in love with more than her mate. She’s in love with performing too. I lean into Adrian as I say, “You’ve been quiet. Why aren’t you sharing your dreams for the fortune we’re going to make?” “I’m afraid to get my hopes up.” I gaze into his ice-blue eyes. “You don’t think we’re good enough?” His brow knits, and I think he’s searching for the right words. After a few moments, he says, “You’re not into this one hundred percent, are you?” I reach for his hand. “I’m behind you one hundred percent. You and your brothers are crazy talented. Even Nessa keeps getting better. But me?” I sigh. “This isn’t my dream, Adrian. I still want to be a doctor. I won’t leave you guys hanging, but if the demo turns into something more, then we need to start searching for my replacement.” “I thought that might be what was going through your head.” He tilts my chin up with his finger. “Thanks for sticking with me. There isn’t anyone I’d rather have on this journey.” He kisses me lightly, and I place my hand on his warm cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. I want a deal to happen for you more than anything.” “I know, babe.” He puts an arm around my shoulders to pull me close as he speaks in my head. “Ever hear about the mile high club?” I chuckle imagining my large mate fitting in the tiny lavatory with me to have sex and reply, “You go check out the size of the bathroom first, and then let me know what you think

about that idea.” “Buzz kill.” I slap his chest, and he grabs my hand as I say, “I bet we get a sweet hotel room with a big bed.” “And a shower with endless hot water,” he says. “I really want you in the shower.” Heat burns in the pit of my belly as I imagine the things we’ll do later, and Adrian shifts in his seat. “This is going to be a long flight.” Nessa has come down the aisle, and she says to Adrian, “Go sit with Andre so I can talk to my sister.” He winks at me as his seatbelt clicks open. “I’ll check out the bathroom on the way.” I move to his seat, and Nessa plops down next to me as she asks, “Mile high club?” I nod. “Did Andre suggest the same thing?” “Yes.” She rolls her eyes. “Brothers.” “So are you nervous or excited?” “Both, but that’s not why I’m here.” She frowns at me. “I want to know what’s up with you. Is your control thing really what’s making you anxious, or is it something else?” I sigh. My sister and I are close, although since we both found our true mates, we haven’t spent much time together. We were roommates last semester, and apparently she can see right through me. But I don’t want to put a damper on her excitement, so I say, “I’m worried about my control, yes. And part of me doesn’t want to let you all down. I feel like I haven’t been putting time into my music the way the rest of you are, and I hope I’m not the weak link.” Nessa shakes her head. “That’s my ball and chain. You’ve always played, but I never worked on my singing until recently.” She lets herself fall back, and the seat bounces. “But somehow Link wants us, so we’re going to have to let that go, aren’t we?” “Yes. This is really important to the boys, and we need to do our best.” Nessa sits up again and puts her hand on my arm. “It is. We don’t know what it’s like to go hungry, and I imagine that had to have done a number on their self-esteem.” She’s right. And I want to slap myself for being so selfish as she says, “So we’re giving it our all, right?” I nod. “Right.” Adrian is walking down the aisle toward us, and Nessa gets up before he gets to us. Adrian asks, “Get what you need?” She winks at me and asks him, “Did you?” He grins at her as he lets her by. When Adrian sits, he leans in close as he communicates telepathically. “The bathroom’s too small, but we could do a little something under a blanket.” “No way.” I tug my backpack out from under the seat in front of him and say, “I’m going to find a book to read, and you’re going to find something to do too.”

He sighs as he slouches down. “Fine. I guess it’s nap time.” I reach my hand over to touch him, and he takes it to place it over his heart as I say, “I love you, Adrian.” “I love you too, Ginny.” When we arrive in LA, a car is waiting for us. Nessa and I watch with amusement as the boys check out all the features in the limo. Aleck crinkles his nose at the exhaust that filters in when Aaron opens the moon roof and stands to stick his head out. Andre yanks him down. “What are you, ten?” “It’s LA.” Aaron says, “I’m normal.” Aleck says, “Rein it in. We want Link to think we understand what professional means.” Adrian is sitting across from me and leans forward to take my hands as he asks, “We have a couple hours before the meeting. Should we hit the gym?” I nod. Nessa is sitting next to him, and she asks, “It helps?” “Yeah.” I shrug as I sit back. “Who knew kicking ass was my new hobby?” Aaron asks, “You kicking Adrian’s yet?” Adrian says, “She’s close. You don’t want to mess with my girl.” Aaron holds up his hands. “Wasn’t planning on it.” He leans back and crosses his arms while pushing out his biceps. “I just want to know if she can fight off all the honeys that are going to want a piece of me.” Aleck cuffs him on the head. “You really are ten.” The car slows, and Nessa glances out the window. She says, “We’re here.” I mutter, “Thank god.” We step out, and plastic wheels clatter on the concrete tiles as two bellhops retrieve our luggage from the trunk. Nessa grabs my arm as she gazes at the gold-framed glass doors. She says, “Wow. This place is nice.” A red carpet is laid out, and a man in a suit approaches us. He’s tan, and when he opens his mouth, his teeth practically sparkle as he asks, “Second Sound?” I nod and extend my hand. “I’m Ginny.” I introduce everyone, and the man tells us his name is Sam. He leads us inside and takes us over to the elevator. Aaron turns in a circle to check everything out before Andre grabs him and tugs him along with us. Sam says, “You’re in the penthouse suite. I’ve got four bedrooms. Is that correct?” Aleck says, “Yes.” The elevator doors swish open, and we step in. Sam swipes a keycard and pushes the button for the penthouse before he turns to us and says, “A car will be in the lobby to take you to the studio at four. You’ll get a tour and see where you’ll be recording tomorrow.” He’s silent for a moment, and nobody says anything, so he reaches in his jacket to pull out a business card, which he hands to Aleck and says, “Call me if you need anything.”

We’ve reached our floor and step out into a small hallway that opens up to a large room with cream-colored carpet. A floor-to-ceiling window is straight ahead, and Aaron rushes over to it. The view is of city streets and buildings, but he’s enthralled. I glance around to discover there are two doors on each side that I guess lead to the bedrooms, and an opening that I think leads to a kitchenette. Sam places room keys on the glass coffee table, and I notice a large fruit basket. Nessa says, “Thank you, Sam. I think we’ve got it from here.” The elevator doors swish open again, and the bellman rolls a cart in with our luggage. I grab my backpack to find cash for a tip, but Sam says, “I’ve got it.” He presses money into the guy’s hand before he turns to us. “Welcome to LA.” He offers us his toothy smile before he leaves with the bellman. When the doors shut, Aaron grabs an apple and plops down on the couch. “This place is sweet.” Nessa says, “It is really nice.” She turns to me. “Mind if I work out with you?” “Not at all.” “Good, because now that we’re here, I’m getting nervous.” Me too. My skin prickles as my bear hovers at the surface, letting me know I need to get physical, and soon. “I’m going to go change.” I glance at Adrian, and he grabs our bags. I lead us to a room on the right while Nessa and Adrian follow to be beside us. It isn’t long before we make our way to the gym. Fortunately it’s empty, and my trepidation subsides because I know I’ll be able to spar with Adrian without strange looks. Nessa hops on a treadmill for a jog while metal clangs as Andre adjusts the seat of a stationary bike. Adrian clears the area by the weights, and I bounce on my feet and loosen my muscles. Our sparring session starts off easy as we both warm up, but I’ve been cooped up on a plane most of today, and I move quickly into fight mode. The more I do this, the easier it has become to let my warrior side out. The mild-mannered Ginny I used to be gets kicked to the curb as my bear takes over. The good thing about my polar bear mate is that he’s double my weight, and no matter how hard I hit or kick, he manages to take it. And usually he’s a bit faster than I am. But when I throw a roundhouse kick and follow it up with a quick jab, I take Adrian by surprise, and he staggers back. I hop away from him. “Whoa. Sorry.” He shakes it off. “Not a problem. That was good.” He waves his hand in a “come get me” motion. “Don’t stop.” We fight a little more, but it’s apparent to me that I’m pushing his limits, and I get the better of my mate two more times before I stop. Sweat trickles down my face and drips off my chin. The whirl of the treadmill stops, and Nessa comes to stand by me. She says, “You really are supposed to be a warrior. I’m a little afraid of you right now.” I am too. An unsettled feeling makes my stomach queasy, because I could have kept

going, and a part of me wanted to make Adrian fall. I wanted to win. I paste a smile on my face. “Yeah.” I glance at Adrian. “I need a shower.” His eyes light up, and now my smile is real. I’m not sure what’s happening to me, and I’m going to do my best to avoid finding out for a little while longer.

10

he next morning, even Aaron is quiet as we ride the elevator down to the lobby. Last T night, we got the official tour of the studio and tested out the equipment with a few songs. We joked around, and it should have taken the edge off things, but I think everyone’s stomach is rolling with more than the sudden drop in elevation right now. The limo is waiting for us, and we turn a few heads as we climb in. People tend to notice four men that reach seven feet in height with pale-blond hair and broad shoulders. When the door slams shut, I try to lighten the mood as I say, “You think they stare now. Get used to it, guys. This is the first step toward fame and fortune.” I get a few attempts at a smile, and I glance at Nessa. She winks at me and opens her mouth to sing. “I’m a little teapot short and stout.” I grin back and join in, but the guys just stare at us as if we’re insane. When we finish the song, I ask, “That’s not a childhood song where you’re from? Because there are cute little motions to go with it.” Adrian says, “No. But now I want to see the dance.” “Tell you what,” says Nessa. “If we get this deal, Ginny and I promise to teach you.” Aleck starts to sing a song they do know. “Row, row, row your boat.” By the time we get to the studio, we’re singing in a round, and when we stop to get out, there are smiles on everyone’s faces. It imagine that some day the Lindquist boys will be famous and on some talk show where they’ll tell the story of singing children’s songs on the way to the demo tape that gave them their big break. Noel meets us at the door. She’s dressed in a tight skirt and fitted blouse that shows off her curves, and when she stares at Aleck, her face flushes. She glances away and says, “Follow me.” I nudge Adrian with my elbow and dart my eyes to Aleck. He’s staring at Noel as if she’s his next meal. Adrian raises his eyebrows at me as we follow her. She takes us to the recording studio, where Link meets us. He pours on the charm and assures us we’ll be great before he goes over everything we heard last night. Three of our songs will be recorded, and Aleck will sit in on the production. If all goes well, we’ll be on our way home tomorrow, and Link will approach the record label on our behalf. We should hear from him within a week.

I hoist my backpack over my shoulder. These days I don’t leave home, or a hotel room, without a change of clothes, and I was even clever enough to bring something that looks almost like what I’m wearing. Yesterday I scoped out a bathroom across the hall from where we’ll play, and everyone is on alert for the scent of my adrenaline so they can get me out before any of the humans see what’s really happening. Our morning session goes well, but when we get to the last song, I’m struggling with a tricky section. I can’t seem to keep from going too fast, and after the fifth take, my bear is rumbling. When we attempt the song again, I know I’m hanging on by a thread, and Adrian stops us before I even get to the hard part. He’s giving me my break, and all would be fine except for the sound guy. He yells, “What the hell is it this time?” Whoa. My reaction is almost instant, and I scramble to leave the room. Aleck has the door open when I get to it, and he yanks on the bathroom door for me too as Adrian shoves me in. I slam my shins on the toilet at the same time I realize I’m already a bear. With Adrian at my back, there’s no room for me to drop, and frustration makes me growl. “Ginny?” I turn and face Adrian as fear takes ahold of me. What if anyone saw me? I shift back to human and gaze at him. “Adrian.” I shake my head as tears fill my eyes. “Please tell me I haven’t ruined everything.” He says, “No. We got you in here in time. We’ll say you’ve got some kind of stomach bug and had to get sick.” I nod as I glance at the strips of shredded fabric at my feet. I really should look into buying stock in yoga pants. I take a few deep breaths to ensure I’m going to stay human. Adrian tugs me against his body by my hips as he glances around. “Tiny bathroom, but I think it could work.” A smile on my face surprises me, and I lay my head against his chest to let the tears in my eyes leak out and dampen his shirt. “What would I do without you?” Adrian tips my chin up and stares at me with so much love it hurts. “We’d be miserable, and I hope we never have to find out.” When he kisses me, I welcome the connection of my true mate. But I’m afraid we might discover what it’s like to be apart, because I can’t do this to the band. I’m a loose cannon in so many ways, and they don’t need the stress of watching over me on top of trying to do their best. Once I return to the session, I’m more relaxed. The lack of physical aggression allows me to play well, and we end on a high note. I think Link bought the sick story, because his eyes keep glancing at my stomach, and I guess he thinks I might be pregnant. I may go with it when it comes time to convince him a replacement for me would be a good thing. I lean against the leather seat in the limo, and it’s firm on my back as Aaron fills crystal glasses with amber liquid. Link arranged expensive champagne to be waiting for us, and the goblet is cool in my hand when I take it.

I lift my drink and say, “To the most amazing group of musicians. No matter what comes of today, we recorded music in LA!” We all take a sip, and bubbles dance on my tongue before I swallow. Adrian gazes at me and says, “This is going to be a great story for our children.” I nod. As long as we leave out the part where mommy shifted in the bathroom. Aleck says, “Link was impressed. I think we really have a shot at this.” Nessa says, “Me too. You guys really took it to the next level in there.” She turns to me. “Ginny, I know you think what happened was a big deal, but you played so well I’m sure they’ve already overlooked it.” I smile at my sister and say, “Thanks.” I know I did play better than usual, and part of it is due to my new reflexes, but it’s never going to be enough if I’m a liability that could endanger werebear. The truth is, there’s a group of human hunters that would love to eradicate our kind, and being in the public eye is not a good idea for a rogue bear like me. I take another sip of my champagne and ask, “What should we do to celebrate?” Aaron says, “I’m going out to spread some love.” I glance at Adrian, and he says, “Ginny and I are going to stay in with room service.” Nessa says, “Noel told me there’s a great club near our hotel she likes to go to”--she stares at Aleck--“if anyone’s interested.” He shrugs. “I could be persuaded.” Aaron hits him as he sing-songs the next words. “Aleck has a girlfriend,” and then says, “Now who’s ten?” Andre, Adrian and Aleck all answer him. “You.” Nessa and I laugh as we pull into the hotel. When I get out of the car, I take a moment to gaze out at the lights of the city. It’s a far cry from our home back in Maine, and I think about how big disappointment happens in this town. But big dreams are realized here too, and I make a wish for my mate and his brothers before I turn to follow everyone inside.

11

efore the plane even landed, I knew what I had to do. Tomorrow I’m going to Tori’s B and throwing myself into an intense warrior-training program. If I ever hope to gain control of my shifting, I think I need to learn to embrace my fighter tendencies. Toothpaste foams in my mouth as I brush, and I gaze at myself in the mirror. My face has become more angular since I changed, and when I look at my bare shoulders in my loose tank top I wear to bed, I notice they’re more defined. I imagine they’ll be even more so once I start to train every day. I sigh and brace myself for the talk I’m about to have with Adrian. One of the hardest things for true mates is to be apart, and while I’ve never experienced it, I can imagine the pain I’m about to feel over the next few days. Adrian has missed a lot of work and will have to pull doubles to make up for it. Otherwise I’d beg him to come with me. Hopefully he’ll be too busy to have much time to miss me. When I push my way into our room, Adrian is sitting with his back against the headboard, and I close the door to lean against the solid wood as I gaze at the gorgeous specimen of man before me as my insides heat up with desire. I need to put my sex drive on hold, because I have to tell Adrian my plan before my judgment gets clouded by lust. The mattress sinks as I climb on the end of the bed and crawl up to my mate. I straddle his lap, and his hair is smooth in my fingers as I thread them through it to lean in and kiss him. He grips my hips and tugs me in tight as I drink in the flavor of the man I’ll never stop wanting. I pull away and say, “I have to talk to you.” I comb his hair back as I stall for time. I take a deep breath and blow it out slowly. “Being a warrior is in my genes, and as much as I’ve tried to fight it, I know I have to face facts. I think I need to go stay with Tori and learn to fight.” “I think you’re right.” “You do?” Adrian nods. “The only way you’re going to get your bear under control is to understand her. As corny as it sounds, you need to become one with your bear.” “And you think warrior training can help me with that?” He grins at me as if it’s a stupid question.

“But this means we’re going to be apart,” I say. “Only for a few days.” Adrian slides his hands under my shirt and up to cup my breasts, and my nipples harden at his touch. “I’ll come see you on my next day off.” I arch my back as he fondles me and sends electric currents to my core. “I plan to go tomorrow.” Now Adrian is nibbling at my neck, and he whispers, “Then you probably need me to give you a sendoff to remember.” I slide my hands down his firm chest, and when I get to his groin, I grip his thick length. It’s hot and pulses against my palm as I reply, “Yes. You do.” He flips me onto my back, and I squeal before he crawls over me to say, “Takedown rule number one, distract your opponent.” I giggle as he kisses his way down my chest, and say, “Takedown rule number two, let your mate win--oh!” Adrian licks my folds and takes my clit between his teeth as I pant out, “Especially if you’re the prize.”

The next day, I arrive at Tori’s just before noon. It’s a good thing my resolve is strong, because each mile I put between Adrian and me tugs at my heart a little bit more. I placate myself with the thought that he’ll be here in a few days to recharge our batteries. Tori greets me, but unlike last time when she was in sweats, she’s in an emerald-green business-style skirt and jacket. Her dark hair is up, and it makes her look serious. The scent of something baked and sweet wafts toward me as I step inside. “Wow, you look fabulous,” I say. “Thanks. I’m off to a lunch meeting with the other prima in a few minutes.” The prima are the mates and, like Tori, sometimes the alpha of the clans that make up the Northeast Kingdom. Her heels click as she walks down the hall, and my bag thumps at the bottom of the staircase when I drop it to follow her. She takes me to the kitchen and introduces me to an older woman named Carol. I grin at the motherly version of my sister when Tori tells her to make me a protein-packed lunch because I’m going to begin warrior training this afternoon. Tori leans in and kisses me on the cheek. “Carol will take good care of you. Keith and I usually eat dinner at six, but we’ll wait until you get home.” She waves before she steps through a side door located at this end of the house. “Good luck today!” I turn to Carol, who says, “Go get settled in your room, and I’ll have something ready for you in ten minutes.” “Thanks.” An hour later, I’m in a state-of-the-art gym located on De Rozier land. It’s just one building of many that make up Tristan and Annie’s complex. Across the parking lot from

it is a large dormitory-style structure that was built to house the De Roziers who came here from the Arctic with next to nothing. When I push my way through the heavy glass door, I notice Sven, my trainer. He’s broader than Adrian with a body of solid muscle, but his pale-blond hair and blue eyes make it clear they’re from the same clan. Tori told me he’s mated to her old college roommate, Lucy, and I smile when I see him. He’s not much more of a talker than Andre and Aleck are, but I’m used to their ways, and I think that’s why Sven and I hit it off when I worked with him the last time. Metal clangs and grunts sound as I walk toward him. I ask, “Are you ready to whip me into shape?” He nods toward the mats, and I follow him as I remove my hoodie that contains my phone, keys, and wallet. I plan to shower later at Tori’s with all the niceties I prefer over a gym locker room. Sven doesn’t waste time, and he tosses me a jump rope before my sweatshirt thumps on the ground. The beginning of our session is about quick feet. And while I trip over my rope at first, once I master the combinations, I amaze myself with the speed at which I can move. But when a couple guys come over to watch, I get uncomfortable. I stop with the pretense that I need to breathe, and Sven must get why, because he turns to the werebear that have gathered and growls. Their eyes get big, and they scurry away like gym rats. I smile at Sven, and he nods as I resume jumping. When I’m sure my legs will fall off, Sven takes me over to the mirrors. He says, “Now we talk about finesse. There are five parts to a successful warrior. Speed, agility, power, courage, and”--he taps his head--“intelligence. I can only help you with the first three.” He grins at me, and it makes me smile back. He works on Tai Chilike moves with me, although nothing about the De Roziers is conventional, and I suspect the motions I learn are unique to the clan. Now that my sweat has dried, Sven takes me to the part my bear craves -- fighting. I glance at the row of cylinder-shaped bags hanging from industrial-strength chain. The last time I was here, Sven explained the material on the bags is Kevlar, because our punches are much stronger than the fiercest human’s, and they were spending too much money replacing the equipment. It means I don’t need to hold back. Sven asks, “Is your bear always at the surface?” I nod. “Adrian and I have gotten into a habit of sparring each day, but I can’t seem to satisfy her.” “She needs more. When our warriors first get identified, we train them every day after school and do double sessions on the weekend for at least a year to teach control.” My heart sinks. “A whole year?” I can’t take a whole year off from school for this. And what about Adrian and the band? I know we can only spend a few days apart before the longing for each other will get unbearable. “I don’t think it will take you that long.” Sven’s eyes scan my body, but it’s not sexual

and doesn’t make me uncomfortable as he says, “You don’t have the hormones of a teenager raging through you. And a lot of what I’ll teach you over the next few days will be things you can do without me.” Relief doesn’t exactly wash over me, but I feel a little better. Although, I’m going to have to find a place to train in Brunswick that won’t draw attention to me. I don’t have time to sort it out, though, because Sven puts me to work on the bags. I immerse myself in the sounds of my skin slapping against firm Kevlar and the impact of my punches and kicks that send painful shocks through my limbs. I seriously can’t believe it, but the more I abuse my body, the happier I become. When I’m about ready to drop from sheer physical exhaustion, Sven orders me to stop. My eyes sting from the sweat that has rolled down my face, and even my knees are dripping with moisture. I collapse onto the floor, and Sven hands me my water bottle. My arm shakes as I lift it to my mouth, and I gulp down the cool contents. When I can speak, I say, “I can see how that might contain my shift. I’m not sure I have the strength left.” Sven grins at me. “The bear of a warrior knows no boundaries. Want me to prove it?” I shake my head as I swallow a mouthful of water. “I believe you.” I groan as I stand. “What’s next?” “We stretch, and tomorrow I get to kick your ass in the ring.” “Can’t wait.” I tip my water bottle at him before I suck down the remaining drops.

I spend the next four days learning the moves and training regimen for a typical De Rozier warrior. Every single muscle in my body aches, and I discovered a few I swear don’t exist on a human body. But the biggest thing I’ve accomplished over the last few days is I’m now comfortable with my new state. I might even like being a werebear, and while I can live in the human world, I’m never going to be a human again. That means I need to rethink my life plan. When I got back to Tori’s from training last night, Adrian contacted me to tell me we got a recording deal, so I called Sven and convinced him to give me two days off to heal and to see Adrian. My stomach is in knots over the decisions I need to make. I gaze out at the pine trees that line the highway in Northern Maine. I left before sunrise, and the solitude of being the only car on the road is perfect for me to get lost in my thoughts. It occurs to me that as a werebear I can’t work in a human hospital. There are too many situations that could pose a problem. It’s not that I have to give up that dream, but if I want to be a physician, it’s most likely I’ll have to be a jack-of-all-trades and join the Northeast Kingdom’s band of doctors. So now I have to decide if that’s what I really want.

I know I can keep my bear happy by remaining physically active, but with warrior blood in my veins, I’ll never be content living in a city. I need to shift and run more than most werebear, and unless I want to start a Werebear of Boston phenomenon, I need to live in a country setting. In other words, two major things I planned for my life can no longer happen. This kind of thinking should have my bear prickling to escape, but she’s content. It makes me realize I haven’t faced reality because I’ve been too busy dealing with my altered state. Now that I give my bear what she needs, I can focus on what comes next. White lines on the asphalt tick by, and when I grip the wheel a bit higher, I gaze at my hands and imagine how they look as huge meaty paws. I watch the muscles in my forearm ripple as I flex and recall how powerful they are. My body is a fierce fighting machine that has only begun to realize its potential, and I wonder if I’m trying to make something work instead of letting my destiny be. Perhaps instead of struggling to contain my warrior tendencies, I should grab them and hold tight. A blue billboard announces the rest stop ahead, and the blinker ticks as I prepare to exit. As my car slows down, I make my decision. I’m going to become a De Rozier warrior and accept my fate. When I step out of the car, a cool breeze blows around me and through my hair. My feet tap with purpose on the asphalt as I make my way to the building, and my heart feels light. It’s as if the chains of self-doubt and the regret of becoming a werebear have been removed. I know what I’m supposed to do. I yank on the heavy door to get inside, and a guy with earbuds walks by me. The rock music is loud enough for me to hear it. Sven likes silence when we work out, and the sound of the pop tune is like a distant memory. Suddenly my longing for Adrian paralyzes me, and I crumble to the ground with my anguish. A man asks, “Are you okay?” and I glance up to a stranger’s face framed by blond hair. I nod before I let him help me up. I get in line for coffee, and the strong odor wafts toward me as I realize I’m forgetting a very important piece of my life -- Adrian. How am I going to be a warrior in the De Rozier clan if he’s off touring with the band? A tear drips from my chin, and my hand is cold on my face when I wipe it off. I decide I don’t want coffee and step out of the line. Cool air wraps around me as I walk out of the building. How long could I really last? I shake my head. We have to find a way to make this work. But how?

12

to Brunswick before seven and let myself into our apartment as quietly as I can. I Ihadgethoped to climb in bed with Adrian, but he’s sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and is practically naked. I gaze at the expanse of skin I want to feel. “Hey.” His mug thumps as he stands, and the only article of clothing he’s wearing doesn’t hide his desire. He lets out a low growl and picks me up to throw me over his shoulder. I yelp and let him, because I’m happy to ignore my warrior for the greater good. Adrian deposits me on the bed, and the scent of my mate rises from the sheets as I scramble to strip off my clothes. He growls at what I reveal and hovers over me as he says, “I need to taste you.” His voice gets deep as he commands, “Now.” I tremble beneath him as I spread my legs, and he groans as he lowers his mouth to my sex. I mewl as he worships me with his tongue and brings me to the crest of an orgasm. Before I can come, he stops and takes over with his hand. My juices glisten on his chin as he moves up to kiss me. I taste my tangy flavor mixed with the essence of Adrian as he works me with his fingers. I gyrate beneath his touch, aching for release, but he stops again. “You’re torturing me, Adrian.” “I want to be inside you when you come.” He sighs as he gazes down at me. “I don’t like being apart.” My heart aches, but now is not the time to talk, so instead I decide to torture him a little too. I reach up and tug him down to flip him over onto his back. Adrian grunts with the force and chuckles when I hold him down by his shoulders. I waggle my eyebrows at him and say, “My turn.” I take my time kissing down his chest. His skin is hot under my lips, and the flavor tempts my taste buds. When I finally reach my target, I grip his cock to stroke him as I inhale his musky scent. He says, “Ginny, please. I’m dying here.” I drag my tongue up his slick shaft and hover over his thick length as I gaze up at my mate. He says, “I’ll beg.” “Do it. Tell me what you want.” “Suck me, babe. Suck my dick until I’m ready to come. Please.” I take him in my mouth, and Adrian lets out a little cry when I cup his balls and roll them in my palm. He

pumps his hips up to meet me and drive deep enough to hit the back of my throat. Adrian suddenly tenses and pushes me away. “I need to be inside you.” I crawl over him, and the skin of his cock is smooth in my fingers as I guide it toward my wet folds. I say, “I need it too.” As I sink down, he thrusts up to stretch me wide, and I lean forward to let my breasts bounce as I ride him hard. My orgasm is going to be fast and furious now, but I believe his will be too, because Adrian’s chest vibrates with a low rumble. “So close.” He pants. “Tell me when.” I dig my fingers into his chest and shatter over him before I can answer. He joins me with an eardrum-popping roar as hot seed explodes against my channel, and I milk him as I come down slowly. I finally collapse on him and say, “I missed you.” “Me too, babe.” He slides his hands down my back to squeeze my bottom. “How was training?” “Fantastic.” But the subject brings me down from a post-orgasm high. I lean up so that I can gaze into his face. I think about how this man makes my heart sing with music that is beyond anything anyone could ever write. Every cell of my being wants to be with my mate, and a lump forms in my throat as I recall what being apart feels like. I swallow hard and say, “I’ve made some decisions. I’m a warrior, Adrian, and my human goals won’t work.” He combs his fingers through my hair to move it out of my face, and he holds it at the back of my head like a ponytail as he smiles. “You’re a musician too.” “Yes. I--” I take a deep breath and say, “But not in the way I should be.” I find my resolve, and my words tumble out. “I think you need to either get Aleck up to speed or find my replacement. I’m going to move to Orono and train with the De Rozier clan.” Adrian squints at me, and his chest begins to heave with the kind of breathing that means he’s controlling a shift. “What is your plan for me?” I roll off of him to sit up cross-legged, and the bed squeaks as he sits up too. I say, “I think you should tour with the band, and we’ll see each other when we can.” Adrian’s chest is rumbling in a way that isn’t sexual, and I add, “I’ll come to you when I can, and when you’re not touring, you come to Orono.” He gets out of the bed, and his footsteps pound on the floor as he paces the room in what I think is an attempt to keep from shifting or yelling at me. I watch and wait for him to process my words. Finally Adrian stops at the end of the bed to stare at me. “Why can’t you come on tour?” “Sven told me it takes a full year until a warrior can control their shift. I know I’ll be faster than that, but I almost exposed us in LA. The last thing I want to do is expose us to the real world.” “But fighting every day helps. Surely you--” “Don’t.” My stomach clenches as I scramble to my knees to grab one of Adrian’s hands. “It would be a struggle, and you know it. You guys should be having the time of

your lives with this, not babysitting me. Can you imagine how quickly your brothers would start to resent me?” He shakes his head. “You’re my true mate, Ginny. They don’t get the option.” I place my hand on his cheek, and the day-old stubble is rough under my palm as I say, “I need to train. My bear won’t let me be at peace otherwise.” “Fine. I’ll come with you.” “No, Adrian. This is your dream, and you need to chase it. Not just for you, but for your brothers. The band will be fine without me, but without the lead singer?” I shake my head. “No way. I won’t let it happen.” Adrian pulls away from me, and his bear flashes in his eyes. Now I’m afraid he really is going to shift. “That’s not your decision to make.” He turns from me, and when he leaves, he slams the door so hard the walls shake. I slump down on the bed as tears burn in my eyes. Sharp pain throbs behind my temple. Adrian is not the only person that needs to hear my plan, and I dress quickly to search out Aleck. I follow the music and find him at my keyboards. He glances up, and I notice he got his hair cut in a sexier style than usual. I wonder if it has anything to do with a certain brunette, and I say, “Hey.” “How was training?” He slides over on the bench for me to sit next to him. “Good.” I press the keys to play a quick scale, and the music tugs at my heart. “Aleck, I need more time to control my bear, and I want you to take my place in the band.” Aleck doesn’t speak and begins to play the very first song he wrote for us instead. I join him, and tears form in my eyes. A part of me wants to go on tour, and the melody is reminding me how much I love to play. When we stop, Aleck says, “I’ll be your replacement until you can come back.” Now my tears let go, and I hug him tight as I whisper through them. “Thank you.” When Adrian still hasn’t come home by the afternoon, I’m beyond worried. But I have already gained enough control of my emotions that I can let him take the time he needs to process what I said. Since I have nothing to do, I decide to distract myself with visiting the ladies next door. Maggie answers the door and takes my hand to pull me inside. “I’m glad you came over.” She calls out. “Colleen! She’s here!” I frown. “How did you know I’d come over?” I sit in a wooden chair that creaks and makes me think it might be as old as my host. “I didn’t, but we’d have come over to see you soon if you hadn’t. Now tell me what’s happened to make your mate so unhappy.” “My mate?” The coffee pot gurgles as she turns to me. “We know what you are, dear.” “But...” I don’t want to say more, because the number-one rule I’m supposed to follow is keeping our kind safe by never admitting a thing. Colleen shuffles into the room and says, “Don’t you worry about a thing. Even if those hunters tried to torture it out of us, who’d believe two crazy old ladies?” She crosses her

eyes and sticks out her tongue. A laugh bursts out of me. The woman sits across from me. “Talk to us, dear.” I sigh as a mug of coffee thumps before me, and a plate of cookies clatters when Maggie sets it down and joins us at the table. I ask, “You heard the band got a recording deal, right?” “Oh yes, how very exciting,” says Colleen. Maggie says, “We’re going to miss all the music, though.” She touches my arm, and her fingers are cold on my skin as she says, “Goodness, you’ll have to share a bathroom with those boys on some bus.” She shudders a little. “I’m not going. That’s why Adrian is so upset.” “Not going?” asks Colleen. “Why in heavens not?” “I’m having trouble controlling-- Wait. How do you know what we are?” Maggie’s face falls, and she drops her gaze. “I had a--” Colleen interrupts her. “She had a torrid affair with a werebear.” She sighs. “Edward was such a handsome man. But back then, one couldn’t carry on like that. Prejudice, you know. They had to break it off.” I reach for Maggie’s hand and squeeze gently when I see moisture shine in her eyes. “I’m so sorry. You must have been heartbroken.” “I was, but I married well.” She blinks and says, “It was for the best.” “So you were saying,” says Colleen. “I have warrior blood, and it makes it difficult for me to control my shift.” Colleen looks at Maggie before she says to me, “We thought you might be having trouble.” “I’ve decided I need to train to be a warrior, but music is the Lindquist brothers’ life, and Adrian needs to go with them to realize their dream.” “And that means you and Adrian must be apart,” says Colleen. Maggie shakes her head. “Why would you want to do that?” She squints her eyes at me. “That man needs you to make his music. If you don’t go, he’ll fall apart, and then where will they be?” “But I’m a liability. I can’t control--” I flinch when Maggie grabs my arm and digs her fingers in hard. “Yes. You can. You have true mate love, and that is stronger than anything else running through your veins.” “It is? But how do you--” Colleen says, “You really need to stop questioning us. One doesn’t get to their nineties without learning a thing or two. Now go wherever it is you need to train and get it done.” Is it really that simple? I’m about to object, but Maggie shoves a cookie in my mouth, and I scowl at her as I take a bite. Sugary sweetness coats my tongue as I chew. I think about how hard it would be to be away from Adrian for weeks at a time. Maggie’s right.

We’d both fall apart. “Adrian, where are you?” “On my way home now. We need to talk.” Yes. We do.

13

hen I get back to the apartment, Adrian arrives within minutes. His hair is damp W with sweat when he comes to me, and his clothes are torn. I think he shifted and went for a run in the woods. He doesn’t speak as he grabs my face and kisses me hard. It makes me think about how fierce our love is, and as he bruises my lips, I wonder how I could have possibly thought we could be apart. I pull away from him. “Adrian, I don’t know what I was thinking. I can’t live without you.” “You aren’t going to. I’m going to Orono with you.” I shake my head as I place my hand over his mouth. “No. I’m going with you. I’ll go train with Sven twenty-four, seven until I can control my bear.” “We’ll postpone the tour until you can.” I smile. “And then we’ll rock the world.” Adrian lifts me up into his arms like a hero saving the damsel in distress, and I lean my cheek against his chest right over his heart as he says, “Right now we need to rock something else.” He places me gently on the bed, but when I see the fire in his eyes, I react to the strength of our connection. I rush to strip off my clothes as Adrian does the same. Our gaze never breaks, and when we’re finally naked, I open my arms to pull the love of my life back where he belongs. My hips lift as he guides himself into me slowly and seats himself deep. I sigh as he holds still. “I wish we could stay like this forever.” Adrian withdraws his shaft from my tight channel slowly. “Sometimes we need to be apart to know why we have to be together.” I shake my head as tears form in my eyes. “I’m never going to need that lesson again.” My mate continues to slide in and out of me slowly as he says, “I have a feeling we have a lot left to learn, but we’ll get through it together.” Desire is building in me, and I squirm beneath my mate as I say, “Always. But Adrian?” I grab onto his butt and dig in with my fingers. “It’s time for you to fuck me.” He growls at my dirty talk and gets down to business. Each thrust drives home how much I need my mate, and I want to reconnect with him on every level. When he bit me

to make me a werebear, I shifted and didn’t get the true bonding experience, so when I’m close to my orgasm, I say, “Bite me.” Adrian stops and gazes at me to make sure. I say, “Please. I can handle it.” He nods, and I watch as hair grows from his skin and his canines poke out. He opens his mouth and lowers toward my neck. Sharp teeth plunge into my shoulder, and I scream in response as the pain is replaced with pleasure like no other. My bear wants to come out, but this time it isn’t to shift completely. I need to finish our bond with my bite too. Once I’m able, I flip Adrian over, and his eyes get big as I begin my partial shift. I say, “It’s okay.” He growls as if I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, and he pumps frantically for his release. I bite into the firm flesh of his shoulder and let the coppery flavor of his blood coat my mouth while he thrashes with the mindnumbing sensations he just gave me. I stay on him until he sighs with satisfaction. We lie quietly beside each other for a few moments before I lift up and gaze at my mate. The scar from my bite is red, and my bear purrs like a cat that we’ve marked him as ours. “I love you so much, Adrian.” He places his hand at the back of my head and pulls me down for a kiss as he says, “I love you too, Ginny.”

Two months later

The door that is inches from my back shudders as Aaron knocks on it again. “One minute!” I glance down at my jeans that are in a heap on the floor of the dressing room bathroom and giggle with my post-orgasm high. Adrian grabs my face and kisses me. He decided that even though my bear is now in control, a little physical activity before we go on stage is a necessary safety precaution. But I think he’s obsessed with having sex in small spaces. Either way, I’m happy to comply. Adrian’s zipper grinds as he fastens his jeans, and denim is tight on my thighs as I wiggle into mine. I fluff up my hair and check my appearance in the mirror as the door clicks open. My mate grabs my hand to pull me with him as we jog to the stage. He tugs me close for a quick kiss before he releases me to take my place next to Aleck. Nessa hands Adrian a mic and whispers the name of the city to him. He yells out, “Hello, Toronto! Are you ready to rock?” The spotlight is on Adrian, and his hair glows like our love. My mate owns the stage, and I can’t contain the grin on my face as we live a dream. The roar of the crowd is deafening, but Aaron’s drumsticks click over it as he counts us down. Adrian turns and winks at me before he gives his attention to the fans. He speaks in my head, “I love you,

Ginny.” “Love you too.” I have the perfect man, and no matter where we are or what we do-I’m living my dream.

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