Cole Matthews Touching Spirit Bear Novels & Stories

Matto laughed as he took the dishes into the kitchen. We spent the day watching scary movies and talking. He really was an interesting person and I loved hearing his stories. He told me more about his mother and his father. His mother had passed away when he was sixteen of cancer. He told me that for a few months after he lost his mother he had contemplated leaving the tribe and becoming rouge. Then one day he was out hunting and came across a hiker who had lost his way. The hiker was being chased by a bear and was about to be attacked when Matto shifted and fought off the bear. After the bear had run off, he had looked back at the hiker and could see the gratitude in his eyes. It was then t

He suggests as he motions towards our surroundings. - "Is there anyone you can think of who could give us any insight about it?" I instigate. -"Yeah, but you wouldn't like to know who he is." -"He can't be worse than dead, can he?" -"If anyone were to know about two-spirit wolves inhabiting the same host, it would be Elder Theo. He is the only bookworm I can think of." Matt unveils. -"Never mind, he is worse than dead." Matt chuckles at my comment.

Because I am Not being kept away from My Mate for No One! The Park in the Spirit Realm is open to all Spirit creatures. It's kind of like a public waiting area. But why do I keep seeing her here, I'm not sure.. unless she has a bit of wolf in her already. I step out of the trees shifting as I make my way to my delectable little Mate. This cool song comes on her radio, I like it! And I feel the need to Run Her Like A River, as the song suggest. Abijah sees me and a happy smile graces her angelic face. I completely shift to my human form and she feasts her widened eyes on the new and improved me! She looks pleasantly pleased and like I told her, there is Nothing Little about me.

I got a couple of good jabs in, and then Matt whirled around me, going for the back of my knee with his foot. It was just a spar. Something light-hearted to get the blood pumping. That was all it was supposed to be. But then something happened when Matt’s foot met the back of my knee. I whirled around, and when I looked in his eyes… They were no longer his eyes. My smile faded, as did everything else around me. Matt was gone, replaced by… by the bear that I had fought in Mila’s sickening arena. Only, he was no longer in his bear form. He was in his human form, and very much alive.

The mountains around me seemed to hold their breath, the air thick with something that shimmered on my skin like static and prophecy. The flame wolves spirit echoes of Matrons past circled me slowly. Four of them. One white, one black, one silver, and one glowing like embers. None spoke. They didn’t need to. I felt them. Their memories pressed into my bones. Their grief. Their rage. Their power. And their promise. I had called to them. And they had answered. Mama Oya stood at the edge of the circle, arms crossed, her breath fogging in the chill morning air. She was calm but I could see it in her eyes.

I tell her. “I have three mates back home, Little Miss. Carlos’ mate is the mother of one of my cubs from the laboratory. You can ask him if he feels threatened by me being around his mate. I have no interest in you, other than you being my daughters’ mother. I’m a big, strong bear. I can easily carry you.” “Alright,” she finally agrees. I’m excited because now we can push harder. I still moderate my speed from how fast I want to run, but when we stop again, we’re making better time.

He slid behind the wheel, started the engine, and pulled back onto the road like he was trying to outrun something invisible. We drove in silence for a long moment, the forest pressing close on both sides. Then Matthew spoke, voice low, like he didn’t want the woods listening.“Lotty… there’s something else.” My stomach tightened. “What?” He glanced at me, and there was a flicker of something in his eyes recognition, worry, maybe guilt. “The wolf you described,” he said carefully. “Gold eyes. Bigger than the rest.” My throat went dry. “That’s not just any Dark Mountain warrior,” Matthew continued. “We’ve seen him.”

“Where’s Plat? Did Guinevere come by when I was away?” “Yes, she came about a week ago, actually. Lady Platinum is inside with master’s grandmother.” Bartolo said. “Thanks. Was there anything of note that happened?” Matthew asked. “On one of our daily runs, we came across a really large wolf beast. It was incredibly strong too.” Mala happily answered. “Oh?” “Yes! But I still single handedly beat it!” “Wow! That’s great to hear, Mala! You’ve gotten stronger!” Matthew patted her head and she enjoyed it too.

Gia spoke, breaking the silence as she just finished healing Mathew, who was now sitting on the couch and glaring at the girl hard. Mathew had listened to all of it even though he was unconscious, and he remembered what he did, and then that led to this now. Wolves had sharp memories and could even remember instances even from their childhood, and so did Mathew. ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ "Mat....Mathew!" A short and pale two year old girl with plump red lips and chubby rosy cheeks yelled, running after the tall and strong pale boy.

Maybe one day, he'll run into another elf who can take him to the elf realm, where maybe he'll be accepted. Coal held his hand out toward him with his finger and thumb extended as he shook his head and then turned and quickly left the room. Nathan dropped his face into his hands as he broke down crying. He jumped at the sound of a loud crash from the other room. He cried harder at the sound of his mate yelling and breaking things. Coal was in a blind rage. Nothing was safe from the bear's wrath. He destroyed everything he could get his hands on and ignored the blood flowing from his hands.