Beartown Characters Novels & Stories

MAVERICK I was so nervous, and riding in the chopper didn’t help. I started fidgeting as we walked into the massive entrance of Beatreigh’s mansion. “Darling, you made it.” the voice just came from nowhere, and I was instantly engulfed and squeezed in a hug. “Oh, hi. It’s an honor to meet you, Mrs. Winston.” I returned the hug. “Just Beatreigh or Bea, darling. You are Mrs. Winston. I dropped that name a long time ago,” she said with a smile. She looked younger to have a son of Lake’s age. She was also beautiful, with bright blue eyes and a fabulous smile.

Colt mutters. “Need ya to confirm something for me after Doc, and if ya can, it confirms the link,” I explain. Sitting, I tell them what Mazikeen told me. They appear to be more shocked by her parents and Edward’s role than by the biker. Then again, we already know that The Bears don’t have morals, so Mazikeen’s story isn’t the first we’ve heard. Hence, they won’t come into this town. Afterwards, the room falls quiet, and everyone sits and simmers in their own thoughts and ideas.

“Brother? Um, did I just find myself in some sixth season of a weird teen drama show? I don’t remember you having a-” Beau’s face shined with growing amusement as he placed a surprisingly calloused hand on his chest. “Beau Watson. Figured nobody would remember it after five years, but what are you gonna do? I also go by a fan favorite – ‘Arson Watson.’ I bet you recall that.”

I admit. He makes sure to get a good look at them. When we tell Chris that, I know he will want to know what they look like. Donte has this amazing memory. He can see or read something and remember it perfectly. He will just have Chris read his mind to see what these guys look like. We continue walking down the road. We are partially following the three guys. These guys are massive. All three of them have to be 6’6” to 6’9”. “They are werebears,” I say.

I saw my family already because they literally brought a big pla card that's write 'Welcome Home, Clyde Dante' I looked at them disbelief and they hugged me right away. There's my parents, my grandmother, my aunt and her husband and my cousins. I realized that Bev was left behind. I turned to her and held her hand. "Guys, this is Beverly Carington, she's my fiance." I said as I showed them the ring. "Hello. I'm Beverly. Nice to meet you?" She said in a shy tone. They looked at her weirdly for a while but my grandma hugged her right.

I don’t know what they would like. Perhaps Maddie will? I look over at the sleeping woman. As if some supernatural force unseen to make the maid know my thoughts, Maddie begins to mutter in sleep. “No…not the bears again. They…can’t fit the dress.” She flops over to lie on her stomach. Another loud snort follows. “Bears?” I repeat. A bear? Like a- oh, that can work. I smile at the sleeping woman. “Thank you, Maddie,”

Galactic Enterprises only cared that they received good publicity; they didn’t care who got it for them. Katie nudged her. “They’re waiting for you to introduce us,” she whispered. Bev started to stand up, then decided against it and sat back down. “I’m Bev and this is my friend Katie,” she said. “We’re actually locals, from Amor, and we’re excited to see something that is changing history set up in our own backyard, so to speak.” She left it at that, hoping that Doctor Randall wouldn’t ask any more questions. “Do you want to tell us—” Doctor Randall started.

Wyatt It was after Beau returned, unloading the basics into the lonely fridge kept on the porch and powered by the generator he brought to life. We only used it on the weekends or when the boys were out of school. Money was tight and we desperately struggled raising 3 teenage werewolf boys and 2 adults, even with our roughneck wages. I could make more somewhere else, the new companies paid better, but they weren’t as flexible. Beau and I could trade off shifts so one of us was always home for the boys, and during the full moon run we ran, all of us, as a family unit. As we should.

Despite my earlier reservations, I find myself warming to Bea immediately as she takes my arm and starts chatting excitedly about the shop and Nonna, relaying little stories and incidents that have me chuckling. A couple of minutes later, a man pops through to find out what all the chatter is about. At well over six feet, Andreas completely dwarfs me, but his kind smile hints at the gentle giant I suspect he is. When Bea finally introduces us, he envelops me in a great big bear hug that leaves me a little breathless. “Andreas,” Bea chides, “you aren’t supposed to kill her on her first day. Whatever will she think of us?”

With his looks it had been a choice not all his own, but being alone was something he'd gotten used to regardless of whether or not he would have wanted it differently. "Go take a break. I'll take over." Bruce was his supervisor and someone he thought of as a friend. Though to Christopher, a friend was just someone who didn't take pot shots at you. Bruce treated him fairly and therefore Christopher thought of him as a friend. He got up out of the rolling secretary chair and headed for the commissary where he went straight to the refrigerator for his bag lunch. It wasn't quite the bag lunch that would come to mind for the average person. His was an actual grocery bag half filled with food. O