Bearing The Novels & Stories

I wanted to remind her that we were going to the pool but compared to what Aaliyah and mom always carried when they were going out, her bag was small so I kept quiet. I took her bag from her then she went into the kitchen and came out with a basket. I asked her what was in it and she said “things to keep our mouths busy.”

Becky and her blunt words. Larin laughed good-naturedly. “He’s taller than I am, and his bear is a more honey colour.” This time it was Evan who dropped his toast on his plate. “Bear? What, he’s bringing a pet bear with you?” “No, well yes, I guess we all bring our bear with us. Remember, I said we’re duel-natured.” “Right. You still need to prove that one.” Gemma drank half her coffee before she heard something that made her spit it out.

"I agree with you. We hold church after eating because right now, I'm fucking starving." "Here, here," Skull shouts and tips back his beer. Bear mutters under his breath but doesn't say anything more. He grabs a chair and falls into it. The old chair squeaks under his weight. Bear's around my age, packs close to the same muscle as I do, and carries a huge chip on his shoulder much like the woman in the small room. I heard he did time for beating a man to death. Given my own past, I can hardly judge. I'm keeping my eyes on him, though.

He turned to Charles and said, "Don't be fooled by her. Listen to what she said!" He played the voice messages one by one. "Take this ten thousand. Your sister's husband was weak, so don't blame me that he's dead. And I guess your nephew was doomed to die early. "I just got this Porsche, and you lot made it dirty! You should be lucky I'm not asking for compensation "If you wanna make this ugly, bring it on. My family runs Lincoln Enterprise—do you think I'm scared of you nobodies?" Hearing that, the neighbors started cursing.

He smiled again, that same expression that didn't touch his eyes, and gestured loosely at the kneeling creatures still surrounding us, silent now, watching him with something that read very clearly as hatred even without faces to read it on. "You have an entire clearing full of ancient forest guardians on their knees in front of you, little Luna. Do you understand what that means? Bearers don't just carry stronger marks. They carry authority older than any pack charter, older than any Alpha bloodline, authority that doesn't answer to marriage vows or family politics or whatever cage your husband's people built to keep you quiet. What burned out of you in that cell wasn't a malfunction. It wa

In the center of the other yin yang was a bear paw print. Most of it had that black antique color that gave it that edge. And since it's not burning me, I'm assuming it's been dipped in a protective coating so I can handle it. I thought as I pulled it out of the box then held it between my fingers. I rubbed my thumb across the paw prints and felt a tear run down my face. "It's supposed to represent, your bear and my wolf. It's our paw prints. I mean, it's not literally our paw prints, but it's supposed to, you know, kind of be like...."

"Mark Bearers are born every hundred years. And their mates, they are very important. They're chosen inquisitively by the Goddess to rule along the Mark Bearer. Their blood, it has something special. It could be used to make a spell that gives us the strength and power we feel during the Blood Moon. But it's permanent. They're given this power to empower their mates and their pack. A blessing from the Goddess. A Mark Bearer's mate is precious than any jewel for a wolf." •••°°°•••

Slowly, I pulled down the cap of my hoodie, revealing the faint, reddened marks that Jeremy had left behind. Brent's face immediately showed a mix of worry and sadness. He gently touched the bruised area with his fingertips.

I snorted and went back home to get the key before moving the car away slowly. In the end, I saw Tess being carried into the ambulance. This time, she could forget about hurting Anne.

ALTHEA The bear’s growl rumbles through my chest, deep and angry. My body locks up in fear, but my mind screams at me to not stop running. “Asher,” I whisper, though my voice barely comes out. He doesn’t need my warning. He’s already raising his gun, his arm steady as he aims it at the bear. The bear snarls, ears pinned back, eyes locked on us. It’s bigger than I expected. Much bigger. Its fur is a deep, thick brown, and its black claws look sharp enough to tear through flesh like paper.