Cole Matthews Touching Spirit Bear Novels & Stories

I can’t believe I’m even considering a third mate but my mother told me that I shouldn’t be ashamed of a mate bond or my feelings for a mate. I was laying back on the blanket with my eyes closed when I felt a wet nose on my arm and I began to giggle thinking it was Damon in his wolf form being silly until I heard he yell, “El!” My eyes shot open to a huge grizzly bear that was indulging in the food that was laying out on the blanket.

“I suppose so, yes. Although . . . I did read something once.” Katie straightened. “What was that?” “It was in a book of Native American folklore, I think. It said that when someone’s eyes were put out on purpose, it was sometimes done so they would wander blindly in death, their spirit lost forever, and the victim could never find their way back again from the afterlife.” She smiled. “It doesn’t really work that way.” “Ah. Right.” Katie heard Clemency stifle a yawn on his end. “Sorry for the late-night call,” she said. “I better let you go.”

The car turned onto the highway and began picking up speed. I drew my lips into a tight line, afraid of giving anything away lest they notice something amiss. Ezra grabbed the wheel and drove steadily, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Suddenly, I heard a low, buzzing sound in my ears. It wasn't the sound of my phone vibrating. It was my mind-link! This was the pack's internal communication method, and I could also hear everything clearly. I could hear Ezra's excited voice as he spoke in Wolfish. "Alpha Felix? The prey's about to escape from her cage! We're on the highway now! Should I finish her off in the car?

"Get up, you stupid wolf. Do you think that you are so powerful just because you are bigger than the normal wolves? Even if you are a spirit beast. Today I will slaughter you with my bare hands and use your hide to make belts and a whip!" For some reason, his taunting get to me and I lose it. I know that all this while, we have just been sparing but the raw rage that engulfs me causes me to see red. Luckily, my wolf, Matt, who has been all along observing this fight from the confines of my head, tries to pull me back.

“I have only seen spirits coming in. I have never seen them leaving.” My heart slammed in my chest. “What?” I whispered. My mother touched my arm gently. “Most spirits who enter do not have bodies waiting for them,” she explained. “They have no anchor. They drift. They fade. They become part of this place.” I swallowed hard. “But I have a body.” “Yes, you do. And you have something stronger than a body.” Athena whispered, The mate bond. My mother’s eyes flickered as if she sensed it. “You have a bond,” she said softly. “A living thread that pulls you toward the world you belong in.”

Cormac has caged me inside, his arms pinning me so I cannot move. “Shh, Shh. Hey Teddy Bear, it is okay. You will keep me safe. I trust you.” Rubbing his face, he looks down at me. He has to be over 1,000 lbs., and almost 10 ft standing. But under him, I feel safe and secure. I have not met all the animal souls the Amory has, but one seems to have a connection with Cormac’s bear. All I want to do is cuddle into him in animal form. I changed into the wolf at the ceremony, and had the partial cat shift yesterday, but I feel the bear come forward and I cannot control it.

Mathias as Arcas, a huge bear, his brown fur so dark it almost looks black, and Arthur my bear, white as snow and almost as Big as Arcas, yet still bigger than any other bear shifters beast. Arthur is the first to attack, plunging toward Arcas who swipes a paw at him, catching his front arm. I growl and attack again a paw hitting Arcas in the chest, only to be met with a counter swipe that has his claws drawing blood on my beast.

Of course, if one didn't find one, the ritual next year was waiting for him. Once the ritual started, I strolled around with a drink, with no desire to find my mate. Well, you must wanna know why, because I was wolfless. As I was strolling around with a glass of raspberry juice in my hand, I saw my stepmother Elena Anderson talking to my stepsister Gina Wyatt under a tree in the corner of the square. Although I didn't have a wolf, my hearing was particularly excellent. Thus, I could still hear what they were talking about at a distance.

Somehow I didn't think my mother's ghost qualified for the spirit guide my cousin had come out to find. My spirit filled with a profound sense of family as I continued to smile at my near-panicking cousin. I found peace in the ever-deepening night concerning my mother's death. The memory of her blood staining this spot where the cougar had attacked her, her hand feebly reaching out for mine, was replaced with silver fingers ruffling my fur. The sound of her air-piercing screams that had rung in my ears for the past year was drowned out by the song I shared with my parents tonight.

“Why can Ava see ghosts?” Movement was made and Sammy’s voice calling out, “S... P... I... R... I ... T... W... A... L... K... E... R...” Ida gasped, “Spirit walker. But I had thought only the Native Americans can do that?” June’s voice sounded small, “My mother’s mother was Cherokee.” Ida growled, “Didn’t your grandmother say anything?” “No.” Ava heard her mother sound lost and confused. “She wouldn’t tell anyone anything about her life.”