Leslie Bear Novels & Stories

Staying close behind them, I scouted for a safe hiding spot. As they moved closer to the bear, memories of my previous life surfaced. The searing pain of teeth tearing into flesh, the helplessness of being left to die—my heart raced, but I forced myself to focus. Once they were in position, I imitated Bonnie's voice from deep in my abdomen and let out a loud shout, ensuring it would grab the bear's attention. Then I swiftly retreated behind a large tree. The bear flinched, its body stiffening as its head jerked toward the sound. With a powerful leap, it charged.

Juan I have watched Leslie, grow up. Actually, we grew up together. I am only two years older than him. He became the most important part of my life when I lost my twin brother and mother during the war. It was the darkest moment of my life and I almost lost myself in grief. Leslie, at that time, was also grieving the death of his father, who was also our alpha. He really was not given the chance to grieve. As soon as the war ended, packs had to regroup and go back to their respective territories. The moment we returned, the position of alpha was thrust upon Leslie. I watched him change. He learned to conceal his emotions really well.

Tobias moved in closer, staying in position, but he was tense. 'Bears were here.' Tobias said to me through the mind link as the pack slowed, cautiously approaching. My eyes widen in surprise. The bears? The only bear sleuth openly on decent terms with the Lycans was the one Charlie, the king's little sister, had mated into. She and her mate, Damien, had been staying with us a while ago during the war. Killian had hated Damien at first but warmed up to him over time... at least until Charlie left again to go back with Damien to live in the forest among the bears.

Les was an artist who painted in his pastime, and I wondered how he was able to do that and still be an underground fighter during his teen years. I saw all the championship belts he had won and heard all the stories behind them. Then he showed me his car collections, the grounds which had a stable and two horses. By the time we were done that day, it was late evening, and we weren’t able to go shopping any more, but I didn’t mind. Getting to see a new side of him was refreshing. I got to learn that Les The Beast wasn’t really his true self, but a protector of the boy within who loved colors and life.