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I asked That's when Kayla's face changed. I, who returned to discussing the past, seemed to make Kayla uncomfortable. "Do you still remember that?" Kayla replied, asking me back. I sighed deeply. "When we visited the zoo, you were very interested in bears. You said the bears are covered in fur, which makes them look cute. I then took the initiative to buy you a teddy bear. I begged my grandmother to buy me a teddy bear. After a lot of trouble, I got a doll. I gave it to you, "I said, digging back into the past

“Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?" Worry seeped into her voice, eliciting a sad expression from her mother, who quickly assured her. “I'm sure," she said, smiling. “Come and eat something." Reva grabbed her phone and followed, her fingers moving automatically as she woke up the screen to see what the notification was. Her face immediately lit up. It was a photo of the snow-covered Aspen Mountains, and the next swipe revealed a massive bear standing on its hind legs. The caption read: “Back in Aspen, and I saw this guy on the trail and immediately thought of you—how you'd have freaked out and probably yelled at me for not warning you that bears are built like this.”

And then it hit me. I focused, picturing a bear in my mind. Light gathered in my palm, swirling, shimmering—but the moment I reached for it, the image vanished like smoke. I tried again. Vanished. And again. Come on! I hissed under my breath, jaw tight with frustration. Finally, taking a deep breath, I tried something different. I didn’t reach out. I concentrated harder, imagining every detail: thick fur, deep eyes, the steady heartbeat of a real, living bear. I poured all my focus into it, willing it to stay, to exist.

Then her eyes landed on the pink bear sitting on the bed. Immediately, she walked toward it. Azzmi's heart skipped. No. Not that. Zerra picked it up. Holding it between two fingers as if it were trash. Recognition flashed across her face. "Oh." She laughed. "I know this thing." Azzmi's pulse quickened. "Put it down." Zerra ignored her. "It's from that viral video." She turned the bear around. Studying it. Then looked at Azzmi. "Why do you even keep this?"

"You... you burned him?" "I had to." I said soothingly. "It wasn't safe. It was full of bacteria. But look!" I gestured wildly to the wall of shelves. "I bought you fifty bears! Look at this one. It’s made of alpaca fur. It’s hypoallergenic."

Her sweet scent whispered in the night air, faint but distinct, teasing my senses and pulling me in her direction like an invisible thread. My heart raced. She was on the other side of the park. Was she in her wolf form? Some omegas never shifted, but I’d heard of a few who did. The urge to change into my wolf and track her pumped through my veins. But a wolf roaming through the city wouldn’t go over well. I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals.

Her thoughts ease a little at how attentive he is to her. They pick up their lunches and set out. The day is sunny but as they take the trail into the mountains they are shaded by the tall trees, where it is a little cooler. They see a mother black bear with her cub through a small clearing. The mother bear is eating some wild berries while her baby cub plays beside her. Grant takes a picture and decides it would be a great idea to take pictures along their walk and make Amber an album so she can remember their first trip away. He hopes it will become one of many.

Mia squeezed the bear tighter, looking at Vivian's warm eyes before whispering softly, "His name is Barnaby." "Barnaby looks like a very brave bear," Vivian smiled kindly, reaching into her lab coat pocket and pulling out a small silver penlight. "Do you think Barnaby will let me listen to his heart first, just to make sure he's healthy?" Mia looked down at her teddy bear, then nodded slowly. Vivian gently pressed the cold disk of her stethoscope against the soft fur of the bear's chest, pretending to listen attentively for a few seconds. "Barnaby's heart sounds wonderful. Now, can Barnaby help you stay brave while I listen to yours?"

“Are you okay?” I exhale slowly, like I’ve been holding my breath for hours. “I’m fine. Just… tired.” Then my voice softens. “But I need a favor. Before I say it, can you turn the camera to Zaiden?” “Of course.” The screen shifts, and my world tilts. There he is. My baby bear. Zaiden is happily rocking in his little chair, chubby legs kicking, giggling at the cartoon playing in front of him like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen. Drool shines at the corner of his mouth, his tiny fists clenched in excitement. Completely safe and loved.

Gregor asked. “Fire! Salt! Anything that kills plants!” The bear was at the hall’s entrance. It lowered its massive head, preparing to walk through and collapse the entire structure. “Everyone with fire!” Kaden shouted. “Target the moss! Now!” Torches were thrown. They landed on the bear’s back, on its legs, catching the dry moss and small trees. Flames spread quickly, eating through the plant matter. The bear paused. Its hollow eyes turned toward the fire on its back. It made a sound. Not a roar. More like stone grinding against stone, deep and resonant and wrong.