Black Bear Diner Casa Grande Novels & Stories

“Can’t you just mount her somewhere else?” The murmuring, muttering, scratching pack instantly falls silent. The redhead takes a huge step back, knocking the males behind him aside, and bares his neck. “Apologies, Justus,” he says. He’s able to hold his tongue for about two seconds before he mumbles, “But what’s wrong with high valley camp?” “Black bears,” the male with the drumstick calls out. “Can’t fuck there until you clear out the bears.” Khalil snorts.

The future of Autumn Breeze lies in this very important meeting. After ensuring that I am looking my very best, I immediately got inside my car and headed to the venue. I booked the El Moro Restaurant, one of the best restaurants in town. Here, they served the best steak you could eat. They also have a great menu for vegetarians if the Moon Valley council was into one. Well, that was one of the most common misconceptions about werewolves. People were quick to judge that we only eat meat and are not capable of eating just greens. Well, the world is definitely changing, you know.

So, they can heal by the time we make it to the castle so he can be finished off my Everyone who needs a few minutes with him. We pull into the town and I’ve checked with my people. The local bar that we need to check out first is called The Old Crow. All species are welcomed there. The owners are a pair of bears. Husband and wife who opened this place up about twenty years ago. Always a space where all are welcomed. As long as they follow the rules “Don’t start no shit in the bar.” That is what the sign over the bar states. Simple as that. My team is in place. The vehicle is parked a block down the street in the alley. We have Reggie and Benny staying inside to be our eyes as we move in.

By the time I get grounds maintenance cleared and get my guys re-educated, it’s almost noon, blistering hot and I’m dying of thirst. I’m closer to city center than I am to the packhouse, so I decide to drop in at Darla and Joe’s. It’s a cute little mom-and-pop diner run by a couple of empty-nest weres and makes the best raspberry lemonade in the entire state. I wave to a couple of folks who greet me on the plaza and hold the door with my best lady-killer smile for a nasty little blonde I’m exceptionally familiar with who gives me the eye and looks like she might be my lunch. I’m following her ass into the diner and admiring the view when the most amazing smell in existence hits me.

Alastair The pack dashed through the forest floor near the Blue Ridge Highlands, running down prey. With Aziz at the helm, we’d taken down our second hide for the day, the first-a bobcat would not fill this large form, and so we went in search of a Black Bear next.

Shifters flocked to these nowhere spots for good reason: easy to blend, woods at your back, humans none the wiser. Benjamin swung into a spot outside the local diner. She knew the drill—the owner was bear through and through. Every shifter in a fifty-mile radius did. He'd pitched in during their last mess, but bears still set her teeth on edge. Too massive, too dominant, too prone to snapping into something monstrous. "Stay put if you want. I'm just gonna poke around, ask a few questions, gauge if anyone's whispering about this cannibal freak." "Cannibal bear?" She bolted out of the truck, circling around to catch him. "You didn't mention anything about a cannibal."

Aidinth laughed, “You know her very well, Luna Abby.” Everyone laughed and I replied, “I’m very passionate about this cause. I want it to work out for you guys. I can’t stand the thought of you losing more werebears, but I love polar bears, and I don’t want them killed off either. Aren’t they endangered?” Denali replied, “Yes. We can’t hunt them or the Blue Bears.” I shook my head, “Wait. What? Blue Bears?” Denali chuckled, “Blue Bears are Glacial Bears. They’re beautiful and they are extremely rare. They’re our white wolves.” I chuckled, “I get it. I had just never heard of them. Why don’t we set a time for the next meeting, and I will include Koda on it?” Gideon smiled, “Koda Orson? Big bl

Forcing myself to stay calm, I nodded and replied as casually as I could, masking my emotions. In my previous life, before entering the mountains, I had repeatedly stressed the importance of safety in wildlife photography. I warned them against provoking the animals, whose territorial instincts could easily turn deadly. The reserve was home to many large wild animals, and one mistake could mean the end. But Damon had intentionally pushed me down, causing a branch to slash open my leg. The grizzly bear, startled and enraged, charged at me, pinning me to the ground. Its massive jaws tore into my abdomen, ripping out a chunk of flesh, and my intestines spilled out grotesquely.

I’m just glad that it did. The shadows come around us as I take Zane’s hand. He’s sweet and taking me to a nice dinner in the city before meeting Sage and Liam at Haze. We end up at a steakhouse run by supernaturals, so no one gives a fuck what you look like. The place is nice with all the wooden detailing. A large brick fireplace graces the main and rather large dining area. The main display is a deer antler chandelier that graces the center of the dining area. The whole place has a rustic-chic charm that I didn’t think could be a theme, but it works.

“We’re not famous. We’re us. Trucks don’t change that. Signs don’t change that. 3 PM doesn’t change that.” “Okay,” Alex said. Nodded. Looked at Bear. “Bear, is 16 smaller than 17?” _Bark._ Once. Yes. “Good,” Alex said. Climbed in car. “Then we’re closer. To done.” *7:19 PM. [SFX: DINNER. THEN KNOCK. THEN FOLDER.]* Dinner. Not grilled cheese. Takeout. Thai. We didn’t cook. Day 49. Truck day.