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“A werewolf.” “Yes.” A broad smile spread across her lips. “You’re messing with me. Aren’t you?” “I wish I was.” The smile faded. “Billy, I don’t know what to think about this.” “I can prove it.” “Okay. Go ahead.” “Alright. I’m going to change my arm. You have to promise not to freak out.” “I promise.” Billy let out a heavy sigh and pushed back the sleeve of his hoodie. “Ready?” Bev nodded and watched with what seemed like excitement more than optimism. Billy’s fingers elongated, long black claws pushed off and replaced his fingernails, and thick fur spread up his arm.

Out of all the shifters when I was 12 the bears were the first ones I studied and read about. Abby and Lance were coming back tonight for dinner with Mar-Mar. I sunk even further to the couch I was sitting on. I was enveloped in a pair of skinny jeans and one of Doms hoodies. It swallowed me and it smelled like him. Exactly what I needed. It's the only thing that kept me calm and sane-ish. My hair was up in a messy bun because I really didnt even want to deal with it. "SASSSYYYYY!!!!" I heard my bff scream from downstairs. I will stab that girl one day if she keeps screaming like that.

As I speak, the lycan cocks his head to the side and lowers his head until his nose is nuzzled against my throat. Letting out a low growl, he begins to sniff, taking in my scent. With each passing minute, I find myself hoping that someone will appear, even though I know they won’t. No one would dare interrupt Trent when he was most likely having his way with his new bride. That meant that I was on my own with this beast. "I’m," I begin, lifting a shaky hand. "I’m not your enemy." I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, but I couldn’t just sit still and hope for the best. Maybe if I showed this crazed beast that I wouldn’t hurt it, then maybe it wouldn’t hurt me.

William said and walked down the other hallway. “Thank you,” Beverly said. She was carrying a large bear and a basket. Her large black fake shiny leather bag was hanging on her shoulder. She wore a pair of blue jeans that hugged every curve she had. The green top she sported was sleeveless revealing her fantastically smooth shoulders. Her hair was up in a ponytail. The ends held loose curls. “I can . . . take the bear until we get upstairs,” Bruce offered. “No, he’s not heavy,” Beverly said with a shy smile.

The Beast. He was surprised to say the least, that Professor Ridley-Forrester was a young, Asian woman. She was about as intimidating as a butterfly. Had his brother been joking about her reputation? Sure, he’ll admit that the woman possessed great self-defense skills but nothing about her screamed evil bitch. Evan decided to introduce himself. Without another thought, he strolled onto the mat, stopping in front of the petite woman.

They continue to scream at me while tore every inch of my flesh bit by bit. *end of dream* I woke up screaming. It was just a dream. Luna was staring at me with her fur all messed up. I probably startled her. While I'm dreaming. My alarm was going off so I turned it off and pick luna up. I stroke her fur and calmed her down. It was 7:00 in the morning. I went to the bathroom and get ready for the day. I hopped out of the shower and dry myself up. I turned on the T.V and put it on the news. I put on my working clothes and brew myself a fresh cup of coffee. The news was about last evening so I watched it.

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.

Beverly gently opens the door and takes one small step after the other as she pushes the door open while gripping the crowbar in readiness for an attack. The ruffling continues and five heart-thundering seconds later, a rabbit jumps out of the bushes. It’s a miracle how I haven’t fainted yet. Beverly relaxes and turns to look at me, smiling. An actual smile, not a mocking one. Who knew Beverly had it in her? “Look how pale you are.” She teases and I scoff. “You’re making a joke with our lives on the line?” “Lighten up.” She taunts again. I open my mouth to say something—