Was enough

Alicia

Our beasts dumped Clarissa’s clothes on my porch and his snow leopard hesitated, glancing at Dante’s bear before looking into my beast’s eyes. Dante was the more outgoing of us two. He was a natural leader who made quick decisions, whereas I tended to make up the rear, dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s. But us admitting to being true mates and having wasted time stifling that love gave me the courage to take the lead.

Instead of taking our skin, I loped off in the direction of the orchards, glancing behind once, which was a signal for my mates to follow me. While snow leopards were carnivores, I had no clue if they were tempted by fruit. Brian had let on that his mate, our Healer, loved watermelon.

But even if Clarissa’s beast was repulsed by apples and cherries, they were part of our bears’ diet in the den, though our head gardener yelled at us if we didn’t eat from the Bears Only trees or worse, if we broke branches. We had to do the den version of community service if we