Orrin

Anja was beautiful out there, just as I knew she would be.

When I sent Galagh and Emroy to search for the mysterious woman in the woods and her feral child, the only thing on my mind was the vision we shared. I’m not sure if it was my foresight or hers. Only the most powerful of shifters possess the gift, and I doubted that Anja was such a shifter.

I couldn’t settle; nothing I did calmed my mind. As the days passed, I became more determined to find my mate.

There was something that bothered me, however. I knew Anja was a shifter; I smelled it on her, the bear within the moment she ran from me. It bothered me because I couldn’t stop thinking about her, but wolves and bears avoid each other at all costs.

So why the hell did the Moon Goddess pair me with a damn bear?