Black Bear Fall: A BWWM Paranormal Romance (Black Bear Saga Book 2) by Tia Wilson Page A
Authors: Tia Wilson
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holding each other as they had slept. “It’s time,” he whispered into his wife's ear and she started to stretch out beside him.
They had both fed to satiation when they tracked down and killed a young deer that had got separated from its mother. With full stomachs they had found the first good hiding place and crawled on their bellies far into the tangle of low bushes and fell into their first restorative sleep since waking from hibernation.
They lay beside each other holding hands and both listened to the forest. There was only one sound that they were listening for and that was the clumsy pounding walk of a human. Even when they thought they were being completely silent, shifters could usually hear them in a forest environment. No other creature on the planet could move as quickly and silently as an adult shifter as they moved through the wilderness. Humans seemed like drunks fools in comparison to the balletic precision of a shifter crossing a forest or woodland.
The husband and wife crawled through the thicket of scratching and tangled branches and stood up in the chill night air. Their clothes had been ripped in several places as they left their hiding places, and holes in the rotten fabric exposed portions of their skin. They looked each other over and smiled. He knew how they both looked, like two creatures that had slept for decades beneath the soil. They would need to clean up and change clothes if they wanted to leave the woods and find a new home. Nathaniel looked at his wife and even under the layer of caked on mud streaking her body, her slicked back hair hard with embedded clay and her rotten dress hanging off her in rags, he still thought she was beautiful. He could see how the old stories of vampires or zombies had first started up. His culture was full of stories of shifters going into the earth for long hibernations and then waking up and being spotted by a human. Over time these myths transmuted into tales of the dead rising, or blood sucking vampires out for revenge. These mistakes worked in bear kinds favour and kept their presence mostly secret from the human world.
Nathaniel nodded at his wife and they both took off at a run. He could feel the power in his muscles returning as his eyes picked out the best path to take in the gloom. They moved swiftly through the forest, their ears attuned to the sounds of the forest around them. He flexed his arms as he ran feeling the iron tightness in his muscles return. He would need to feed several more times before he could transform safely, the longer you stayed in the ground the more dangerous your first transformation could be.
They slowed and then stopped as they drew near to the tree line. They hunkered down and watched the houses for movement. The house across from the dividing stream was completely dark. On the back wall of the house a small red light that was attached to a white metal box blinked on and off.
The house that they were targeting had no lights on downstairs and the single upstairs window that faced the back garden had a faint flickering glow coming from behind the pulled down shade. Nathaniel sniffed the air. It was faint, nothing more than an after image like a camera flash when you close your eyes, but he could pick up a trace of the scent from today. He looked at Melissa and nodded. Nathaniel pulled off his one rotten shoe he was still wearing and dropped it on the ground. Melissa copied and took off her flat shoes, one of them coming apart in her hand as she slipped out of them. Nathaniel's clothes ripped off him with very little effort and he dropped them in a pile. The cold air prickled his skin on his naked dirt streaked body. Melissa shrugged off her clothes and threw them on top of the other rotten and torn rags.
They both stood side by side completely naked watching the house from the woods. They didn’t feel the cold against their skin the way a human would and the cool night air felt more like a pleasurable tickle than
They had both fed to satiation when they tracked down and killed a young deer that had got separated from its mother. With full stomachs they had found the first good hiding place and crawled on their bellies far into the tangle of low bushes and fell into their first restorative sleep since waking from hibernation.
They lay beside each other holding hands and both listened to the forest. There was only one sound that they were listening for and that was the clumsy pounding walk of a human. Even when they thought they were being completely silent, shifters could usually hear them in a forest environment. No other creature on the planet could move as quickly and silently as an adult shifter as they moved through the wilderness. Humans seemed like drunks fools in comparison to the balletic precision of a shifter crossing a forest or woodland.
The husband and wife crawled through the thicket of scratching and tangled branches and stood up in the chill night air. Their clothes had been ripped in several places as they left their hiding places, and holes in the rotten fabric exposed portions of their skin. They looked each other over and smiled. He knew how they both looked, like two creatures that had slept for decades beneath the soil. They would need to clean up and change clothes if they wanted to leave the woods and find a new home. Nathaniel looked at his wife and even under the layer of caked on mud streaking her body, her slicked back hair hard with embedded clay and her rotten dress hanging off her in rags, he still thought she was beautiful. He could see how the old stories of vampires or zombies had first started up. His culture was full of stories of shifters going into the earth for long hibernations and then waking up and being spotted by a human. Over time these myths transmuted into tales of the dead rising, or blood sucking vampires out for revenge. These mistakes worked in bear kinds favour and kept their presence mostly secret from the human world.
Nathaniel nodded at his wife and they both took off at a run. He could feel the power in his muscles returning as his eyes picked out the best path to take in the gloom. They moved swiftly through the forest, their ears attuned to the sounds of the forest around them. He flexed his arms as he ran feeling the iron tightness in his muscles return. He would need to feed several more times before he could transform safely, the longer you stayed in the ground the more dangerous your first transformation could be.
They slowed and then stopped as they drew near to the tree line. They hunkered down and watched the houses for movement. The house across from the dividing stream was completely dark. On the back wall of the house a small red light that was attached to a white metal box blinked on and off.
The house that they were targeting had no lights on downstairs and the single upstairs window that faced the back garden had a faint flickering glow coming from behind the pulled down shade. Nathaniel sniffed the air. It was faint, nothing more than an after image like a camera flash when you close your eyes, but he could pick up a trace of the scent from today. He looked at Melissa and nodded. Nathaniel pulled off his one rotten shoe he was still wearing and dropped it on the ground. Melissa copied and took off her flat shoes, one of them coming apart in her hand as she slipped out of them. Nathaniel's clothes ripped off him with very little effort and he dropped them in a pile. The cold air prickled his skin on his naked dirt streaked body. Melissa shrugged off her clothes and threw them on top of the other rotten and torn rags.
They both stood side by side completely naked watching the house from the woods. They didn’t feel the cold against their skin the way a human would and the cool night air felt more like a pleasurable tickle than
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