Black Bear Golf Course Delhi La Novels & Stories

Andy’s dad, Dave, is a nice guy, but I ain’t never seen him in bear form. Bronx tells me he’s a docile Kodiak bear named Maskwa. Clash says a docile bear is impossible. I’m not sure what to believe. In the military, they trained me to disable threats. If Maskwa decides he’s going to become a threat to Andy or anyone else in my pack, I’m gonna disable him.

She realized his narrowed eyes weren't on hers but rather on something behind her, and Emberlynn swirled even though Damien had instructed her to stay put. She gasped, her eyes colliding with the largest bear she had ever seen. The bear emerged from the underbrush, its massive frame undulating as it moved. Its fur was a deep, rich brown, almost black, and it seemed to absorb the faint light filtering through the trees. "Don't move," Damien said over again, approaching Emberlynn, his gaze locked on the bear whose eyes cleaned with a piercing intensity. Its gaze was fixed on Emberlynn with an unblinking stare.

As I land on all fours I stretch out and shake my fur to get the rest of the skin and blood off. My bear's name is Yona. It's Cherokee for bear. Our mate stood there smiling like a lunatic. "Holy crap. This is amazing. You are so furry." She walked up and started running her hands through our dark brown fur. She didn’t even mind getting a bit of blood on her hands. It was mostly off but there was always a bit left. Humans were usually terrified of Yona. He has a huge scar on his right eyelid. Another scar on his side and a huge scar down the left side of his ribs. All from war. All from trying to defend his people and the people who stood up for him.

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.

Though he said nothing, his expression remained unreadable. “What is it?” I asked, forcing steadiness into my voice. His gaze shifted past me, his wolf glinting in his eyes. “A bear,” he murmured, pointing toward the trees, “with cub,” he gestured to the marks on the ground. The moment I focused, I sensed it too. The heavy musk, the restless shuffle of something massive nearby. “Then we shouldn’t disturb them. Let’s take another path,” I whispered.

I stand next to him to see we’re on a cliff. “It’s beautiful” I whisper in awe looking at the beautiful scenery in front of me. There’s a stream down below and more forestry. Birds soar in the sky and when I close my eyes I can practically hear the stream. Opening my eyes I look back down and I notice something moving towards the stream. Squinting my eyes I step closer to the ledge and Shadow grabs my waist. A brown mother bear with its little cub looks like they're at the stream to hunt for fish “Aww that’s so cute” I softly squeal slapping Shadow on his arm. We stare silently watching the bears jump and splash around the water

**DELANEY** The thuds are getting louder like they are overhead of me. I step back into the cave as quietly as I can. I am praying silently in my head that this bear will just turn around and get his midnight snack somewhere else. The thuds are just overhead of me. I can hear the creature sniffing the air and I keep praying that being in the woods for a week won't become a disadvantage at this point. Whatever this animal is, it completely REAKS of rotten garbage that has been baking in the summer heat in Florida. WOW! Horrible!! I mean I've never been to Florida but I heard it's God awfully hot there.

But I had no choice. Bam. Bam. Bam. Another burst of gunfire from the drone lit up the rocks above me, driving me farther down the slope. Then I slammed into something warm that wasn't Raffaele. I stumbled back—but it was too late. Towering in front of me, half-shrouded by the cave’s shadow, was an Asiatic black bear. A freaking moon bear. The crescent-shaped mark on its chest stood out like a ghost’s smile—white against its thick, black fur.

I turned to Damon, “You said it was a black bear, right?” He nodded in confirmation. “Alright,” I said, pacing around. Something about this didn’t feel right. This was Warwick territory and there was a strict policy that prevented bears or any other wild animal from killing werewolves in our jurisdiction. One hardly saw wild animals or monsters around here. During training wolves had to walk a lot further from the territory to see any wolf animal or bears so how did one, especially one who willingly killed a pregnant omega get so close. Better yet, how did the bear even get in?

She was no other than Grisha Fowler. Beside her was a bulky Gray bear, leaving its humongous footprints on the ground, ran like a true reincarnation of chaos. Despite the weight of the beast, it did not compromise his mobility at all. The black-haired beauty, Alia Barnes, was one who rode this scary creature.