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The Cabin
was Bear
Taken for the Alpha’s Line
Ursula Maya
Dedicated to my own very special bear
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Ursula
It’s been such a long, long time. We endured, through storms, forest fires, and the decades of careless slaughter. Years of pain. Great pain. All of our packs have diminished. All of us have suffered.
Our habitat has shrunken to tiny corners bordered by the machines and the stink of man. Our food has almost all been either taken and put behind wire and metal or simply chased away.
This luscious young female can set us free. She can save our line. There’s still time. Only a little time, but enough.
All the sound in the heat of the tiny cabin was the heavy breath of the three big men, Hayley’s hot panting, and the hard rain that drummed on the thin wooden roof.
Hayley breathed the warm scent of old pine as Ben pressed her face against the cabin wall. His breath was hot on her back as his strong hands slid her skirt up to the tops of her shaking legs.
Her knees weakened as his fingers slipped up along the insides of her thighs and found her hot, soft wetness. The rumble of his voice made her chest swell and shake. The thrum of the growls vibrated the wood floor beneath her feet.
His hands parted her thighs wider and his strong fingers made her gasp and convulse. His hand cupped her, then dragged back and forth along her furrow.
“Barney, Bruno,” Ben said, “I think she’s about ready.”
Hayley should probably have been afraid of the bear. She was uphill from him, but with two bounds he could be on her. He would have to leap uphill, but if she tried to run then so would he. He was huge and he looked like he could move very fast.
A breeze cooled her back and the shine in his dark treacle-colored eyes held her as his snout lifted to sniff her on the air. Maybe she was just stupid like all the idiot tourists who ignored the warnings about bears. Bears and food, bears and trash, bears and babies. Bears and just about anything with a pulse. Maybe she shouldn’t have gotten so close.
When she had first seen him, when she looked down the grassy slope and spotted the golden-brown ridge of his back, she should have remained still. She should have stayed half-hidden behind the rough silver-gray tree-trunk. He might not have noticed her. But he did.
“The bear is a top predator,” her teacher, Mr. Grant, had said. “It means there isn’t a living thing that will eat the bear, nor is there a living thing that the bear can’t eat.” He’d been looking right at Hayley when he said, “And that includes you.”
Even back then in high school, Hayley had been fascinated by bears. In her small town, there were stories of children taken by them, and almost every year it was a pretext for her Uncle Jonas and his drinking buddies to go onto the mountain and hunt the bear.
In heavy wool, plaid jackets the men loaded their pickups with camping kits, ammunition, and whiskey. After a few nights on the mountainside they returned with stories of heroic encounters.
They told brash, unbelievable tales of strength and quick-witted agility, qualities which none of the surly crew ever showed in their normal lives.
Jonas said, “Mortal danger can find the hero in a man.” Hayley thought, Whiskey can help some men find a hero when they look in a mirror , but she kept that to herself.
Once Hayley saw the matted carcass of a bear draped in the back of Uncle Jonas’ pickup. The men displayed the poor dead creature like a captured flag or an Olympic torch. After that, Hayley tried to avoid seeing their grim trophies.
It still made no sense to Hayley that a bear would risk venturing to the edges of town to hunt children. Not when deer ran through the
The Cabin
was Bear
Taken for the Alpha’s Line
Ursula Maya
Dedicated to my own very special bear
I LOVE to hear from readers.
To keep in touch and get advance newsand some very special offers,just sign up here
(I won’t ever share your email address with anyone, and that’s a promise)
Ursula
It’s been such a long, long time. We endured, through storms, forest fires, and the decades of careless slaughter. Years of pain. Great pain. All of our packs have diminished. All of us have suffered.
Our habitat has shrunken to tiny corners bordered by the machines and the stink of man. Our food has almost all been either taken and put behind wire and metal or simply chased away.
This luscious young female can set us free. She can save our line. There’s still time. Only a little time, but enough.
All the sound in the heat of the tiny cabin was the heavy breath of the three big men, Hayley’s hot panting, and the hard rain that drummed on the thin wooden roof.
Hayley breathed the warm scent of old pine as Ben pressed her face against the cabin wall. His breath was hot on her back as his strong hands slid her skirt up to the tops of her shaking legs.
Her knees weakened as his fingers slipped up along the insides of her thighs and found her hot, soft wetness. The rumble of his voice made her chest swell and shake. The thrum of the growls vibrated the wood floor beneath her feet.
His hands parted her thighs wider and his strong fingers made her gasp and convulse. His hand cupped her, then dragged back and forth along her furrow.
“Barney, Bruno,” Ben said, “I think she’s about ready.”
Hayley should probably have been afraid of the bear. She was uphill from him, but with two bounds he could be on her. He would have to leap uphill, but if she tried to run then so would he. He was huge and he looked like he could move very fast.
A breeze cooled her back and the shine in his dark treacle-colored eyes held her as his snout lifted to sniff her on the air. Maybe she was just stupid like all the idiot tourists who ignored the warnings about bears. Bears and food, bears and trash, bears and babies. Bears and just about anything with a pulse. Maybe she shouldn’t have gotten so close.
When she had first seen him, when she looked down the grassy slope and spotted the golden-brown ridge of his back, she should have remained still. She should have stayed half-hidden behind the rough silver-gray tree-trunk. He might not have noticed her. But he did.
“The bear is a top predator,” her teacher, Mr. Grant, had said. “It means there isn’t a living thing that will eat the bear, nor is there a living thing that the bear can’t eat.” He’d been looking right at Hayley when he said, “And that includes you.”
Even back then in high school, Hayley had been fascinated by bears. In her small town, there were stories of children taken by them, and almost every year it was a pretext for her Uncle Jonas and his drinking buddies to go onto the mountain and hunt the bear.
In heavy wool, plaid jackets the men loaded their pickups with camping kits, ammunition, and whiskey. After a few nights on the mountainside they returned with stories of heroic encounters.
They told brash, unbelievable tales of strength and quick-witted agility, qualities which none of the surly crew ever showed in their normal lives.
Jonas said, “Mortal danger can find the hero in a man.” Hayley thought, Whiskey can help some men find a hero when they look in a mirror , but she kept that to herself.
Once Hayley saw the matted carcass of a bear draped in the back of Uncle Jonas’ pickup. The men displayed the poor dead creature like a captured flag or an Olympic torch. After that, Hayley tried to avoid seeing their grim trophies.
It still made no sense to Hayley that a bear would risk venturing to the edges of town to hunt children. Not when deer ran through the
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