Romance: Stranded With The Alpha Bear: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (Werebear, BBW, Bear Shifter Romance) (Sweet Shifters Book 1) by Ashley Hunter Page B
Authors: Ashley Hunter
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climbing on a computer desk with old homework still stacked on the side. He moved aside a wood slat in the ceiling and searched around. “I think I just touched a dead rat.”
“Wash your hands. You’ll get the plague.”
“Blah blah,” he answered. “Ah, here we go.” He reached up and pulled out a steel box, then held it out for me to grab. I didn’t move from the door. “Can you take this please?”
“I don’t think we should be in here, Arlo.”
“You just said that, and I just said we shouldn’t. Now take the box,” he growled. I shuffled forward and took it, then shuffled back out. “Can you help me down?”
“No,” I responded, putting the box on the ground and opening it. A large caliber revolver sat inside with a number of silver bullets. “Oh holy Jesus.”
“I think I might have broken something getting down,” Arlo said behind me. “Do you know how to use one of those?”
No. “My dad used to take me hunting.” But we mostly just went out into the woods where he’d drink beer and yell at squirrels. “My brother was better at shooting than I.”
“That makes me feel really secure and great. Maybe I should just hide you like my initial plan.”
A terrible crashing came from downstairs along with a momentous, terrifying howl. He grabbed the gun, loaded it, and then handed it to me with a thoughtful look. I took it with a deep breath. My hand trembled.
“Just think of your brother, okay?” he gave slight smile. “When you see a werewolf, shoot for the heart.”
He gave me a nod and patted me on the shoulder before running downstairs. I held the gun in my hand and pointed it. I can do this. I can kill some werewolves. I’m a strong, independent woman who’s in love with a man who changes into a bear. I can do this.
Wait, did I just say I’m in love with Christian?
Another horrifying howl came from outside. Time to get to action. I swallowed my fear and raced down the stairs as Arlo had. My patient hadn’t moved from the couch. I checked his pulse (still alive) and made my way outside with the gun cocked. A violent ruckus could be heard just nearby in the woods, alerting me to where the fight must be going on.
A bear and wolf fought viciously, each of them tearing at each other which fearsome claws and teeth. I raised the gun and tried to pinpoint on the wolf. What would Kevin do here? He was a good shot. He taught me some things. Oh God, if my brother was here, he would shoot all of the werewolves, and we would be saved. I miss my brother.
I thought of him again and aimed for the heart. Somehow, I felt him there with me, and Dad there yelling at the squirrels. I prepared myself for the worst and shot. A yelp echoed through the air, and the wolf fell to the ground. The bear gave me a shocked, but appreciative look. I gave him a thumbs up, which made him shake his head and take off into the woods.
Now, should I follow him or just hold court here? Can I hold my own in the dark woods?
Suddenly, a wolf darted out of the trees toward me. I screamed and shot the gun. The wolf yelped and dropped.
“Two out of two!” I yelled to myself in celebration.
A wolf leapt out of the woods and knocked me down, the gun flying out of my hands and firing as it hit the ground. Another yelp came from somewhere. I would count that three for three if I weren’t face down on the ground about to be ravaged by a werewolf. The wolf flipped me over with his teeth, then started to drag me towards the woods.
“Ghosts of Dad and Kevin, please help me!” I called out into the dark night. “Or someone living! Someone help me!”
I kicked and scratched as the wolf drug me across the ground. It all felt very d éjà vu , but this time, it all felt much more dangerous. The sound of more howling came closer as the animal kept pulling me.
Great.
IX.
“Someone please help me!” I screamed another time, my voice bouncing through the trees. “Arlo! Where did you go?!”
The
“Wash your hands. You’ll get the plague.”
“Blah blah,” he answered. “Ah, here we go.” He reached up and pulled out a steel box, then held it out for me to grab. I didn’t move from the door. “Can you take this please?”
“I don’t think we should be in here, Arlo.”
“You just said that, and I just said we shouldn’t. Now take the box,” he growled. I shuffled forward and took it, then shuffled back out. “Can you help me down?”
“No,” I responded, putting the box on the ground and opening it. A large caliber revolver sat inside with a number of silver bullets. “Oh holy Jesus.”
“I think I might have broken something getting down,” Arlo said behind me. “Do you know how to use one of those?”
No. “My dad used to take me hunting.” But we mostly just went out into the woods where he’d drink beer and yell at squirrels. “My brother was better at shooting than I.”
“That makes me feel really secure and great. Maybe I should just hide you like my initial plan.”
A terrible crashing came from downstairs along with a momentous, terrifying howl. He grabbed the gun, loaded it, and then handed it to me with a thoughtful look. I took it with a deep breath. My hand trembled.
“Just think of your brother, okay?” he gave slight smile. “When you see a werewolf, shoot for the heart.”
He gave me a nod and patted me on the shoulder before running downstairs. I held the gun in my hand and pointed it. I can do this. I can kill some werewolves. I’m a strong, independent woman who’s in love with a man who changes into a bear. I can do this.
Wait, did I just say I’m in love with Christian?
Another horrifying howl came from outside. Time to get to action. I swallowed my fear and raced down the stairs as Arlo had. My patient hadn’t moved from the couch. I checked his pulse (still alive) and made my way outside with the gun cocked. A violent ruckus could be heard just nearby in the woods, alerting me to where the fight must be going on.
A bear and wolf fought viciously, each of them tearing at each other which fearsome claws and teeth. I raised the gun and tried to pinpoint on the wolf. What would Kevin do here? He was a good shot. He taught me some things. Oh God, if my brother was here, he would shoot all of the werewolves, and we would be saved. I miss my brother.
I thought of him again and aimed for the heart. Somehow, I felt him there with me, and Dad there yelling at the squirrels. I prepared myself for the worst and shot. A yelp echoed through the air, and the wolf fell to the ground. The bear gave me a shocked, but appreciative look. I gave him a thumbs up, which made him shake his head and take off into the woods.
Now, should I follow him or just hold court here? Can I hold my own in the dark woods?
Suddenly, a wolf darted out of the trees toward me. I screamed and shot the gun. The wolf yelped and dropped.
“Two out of two!” I yelled to myself in celebration.
A wolf leapt out of the woods and knocked me down, the gun flying out of my hands and firing as it hit the ground. Another yelp came from somewhere. I would count that three for three if I weren’t face down on the ground about to be ravaged by a werewolf. The wolf flipped me over with his teeth, then started to drag me towards the woods.
“Ghosts of Dad and Kevin, please help me!” I called out into the dark night. “Or someone living! Someone help me!”
I kicked and scratched as the wolf drug me across the ground. It all felt very d éjà vu , but this time, it all felt much more dangerous. The sound of more howling came closer as the animal kept pulling me.
Great.
IX.
“Someone please help me!” I screamed another time, my voice bouncing through the trees. “Arlo! Where did you go?!”
The
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