Cole Matthews Touching Spirit Bear Novels & Stories

“I can do shadow puppets. Do you think the Spiritborn likes puppets?” “I think the Spiritborn likes vague trauma and mood lighting,” I snapped. “Pretty sure it only exists to give us ulcers.” Matt added dryly, “And then ghost out before questions.” “Not funny,” I muttered. “It kind of is,” Matt said with a shrug. I pointed at him and Jesse. “One more joke and I’m throwing both of you into the river. Shoes on.” Colby sat up and stretched. “Look, it’s always been like this. Fog, prophecy, disappear. That’s its whole deal.”

His cheeks burned bright as he glanced up at his mate, whose eyes were now shining gold—his bear was in control! John was both captivated and uncomfortable, unable to tear his gaze away from the mesmerising golden eyes. Yet, the discomfort grew, and he looked away as he attempted to extricate himself from his mate's embrace. "Hello, little mate," came the deep voice of his mate's bear. It was close to what his mate would typically sound like, just rougher and more profound. Locking eyes with his mate again, John whispered softly, "Please put me down." His voice hinted at something that sounded like fear, causing the bear to retreat instantly, and Darius emerged again, taking the forefront.

“Who?” “Wait.” Ten minutes later, the spirit wolf comes walking up to us, with Brent following close behind her. When she reaches us, I say, “Amalie, this is Spirit Shawna. Beta Brent’s mate.” Shawna holds her hand out to Amalie. “It’s nice to meet you, Spirit,” she says, bows, and brings the back of Amalie’s hand to her forehead. “Brent told me all about you,” she goes on when she straightens.

Because the final blow had always belonged to Cheyenne. From the trees came the sound of thunderous paws, and then NaKoa burst forth—not just a wolf, but the spirit of the Hunt, cloaked in firelight and spirit-song. Cheyenne let go. Let Koa take over. Let the Hunt end. NaKoa pounced, her jaws finding their mark in the Mother’s throat. The instant her teeth sank in, the other spirits joined, their magic wrapping like chains forged of truth and power. The Mother screamed—

I lifted my cut finger to his lips. Matt hesitated at first but then leaned in to suck on the tip of my finger. It felt a little weird having someone suck my finger, but I tried not to think about it. When he was done, I wiped my finger against the fabric of my black jeans. “How do you feel?” I asked when it didn’t seem like he was reacting. “I actually feel better.” Matt’s words were clear, which was a good sign. “Let’s continue.” I said as I placed a hand against the center of his chest, where I sensed the core of his wolf spirit.

To quiet me down, he bought me this bear. The flames spread quickly. The bear was consumed, leaving only a distorted black lump. I stood up, backing away. The fire devoured everything, the clear crackling sound illuminating the night. The light reflected on the glass door, mirroring my own thin, exhausted figure. I watched the flames, feeling like my own heart was being burned to ash. The mating bond seemed to snap in my chest, leaving a chilling void. I sensed Samantha standing beside me. She was watching my every move. I caught her trying, and failing, to suppress a joyful smile.

Something above them. Wild nature. When my feet touched the snow near Matthew, the wolves began to growl. But none dared to advance. I kneeled beside him, my trembling hands touching his pale face. “Matthew...” I called, my voice failing. ‘'Please... hold on... I'm here now; you're not alone anymore.’' I let go, caressing his face, his eyes staring at me as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Those eyes I loved. They were clouding over.

Today, out of all times? I halted running forward and quickly climbed an old tree while hiding my presence. I didn’t hesitate and jumped at the intruder. He stumbled on the ground with me on top of him, but I couldn’t continue my attack after our eyes met. “You...” My wolf says he is my mate, but I can’t feel anything other than annoyance after seeing who it was. He grinned at me, “I wasn’t expecting my mate to be this wild, but I’m not complaining.”

Liana P‍OV ‍“Did you gra⁠b everything from your‍ dr⁠awers?” I as‌k sof‌tly,‍ trying to keep my voic‍e steady. ‌Matt‌hew nods, clu⁠tching the worn teddy b⁠ear Damian bought him at⁠ the zoo tight‍ly against his chest even the sight alone makes my heart twist painf‌ully. “‍W‍here ar‌e we‍ going?” he asks quiet⁠ly.

LEO “If Kendra is our fated mate, she has to be in our vision.” My wolf whispers as I connect to my inner peace, my voice shifts, sounding less like language and more like a wild, wordless howl. Ever since our last encounter, she left me with a burning desire to see her again, to touch her, to kiss her sweet lips and to mate her. “Accipe! profunde in spiritu!!” I chant repeatedly, calling on the good spirits of the Earth to take me in. My right index finger rubbing gently in circles on the oval-shaped crystal in my left hand.