Michael Afton Bear Mask Novels & Stories

Andy’s dad, Dave, is a nice guy, but I ain’t never seen him in bear form. Bronx tells me he’s a docile Kodiak bear named Maskwa. Clash says a docile bear is impossible. I’m not sure what to believe. In the military, they trained me to disable threats. If Maskwa decides he’s going to become a threat to Andy or anyone else in my pack, I’m gonna disable him.

But only after spending some time and going through hardships, did she realised how wrong she was about Faiz. Soon they went back inside the main hall and saw a mast distribution counter on the side, everyone was getting the mask from there and entered the dance hall. Both Amelia and Faiz took the masks from the counter and wore them around their upper face. Amelia got a beautiful pink and black crystal glaze mask, her eyes through the mask made her look even more stunning and mysterious, and yet opened like a book. Faiz was given the white bear mask, it made her look scary rather than cute or charming, but her eyes made her stunning even more with that mask on.

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but I filed it away for later. To my surprise, some betas started handing out masks, which I had thought weren’t going to be a thing until after the auction. Nevertheless, I took one obviously meant for me, a mask with fierce wolf eyes and bared teeth, and Sarah took one without a wolf theme, something with rhinestones and feathers, and the auction began.

It wouldn’t have worked if Brianna was the one to pretend as the bodyguard. “It’s the silicon mask this idiot was wearing to make us believe Mr. and Mrs. Michaelsons were being securely kept safe by your grandpa’s hired private security. The three of them wear this kind of mask. And we can only hope the real people with these faces are safe somewhere else as we speak.”

Following all the lines of his body up from his hand makes it obvious how lean his waist is compared to the broadness of his shoulders, but it only adds to the dangerous look he gives off. The charity event requires masks, and when Brixton pulls out his, it's an intricate black metal design resembling half of a wolf’s face, as if the other half has been torn off, with teeth bared that look as sharp as I imagine they are when he shifts… if he shifts.

His eyes shifted onto the frowning lady. But seeing the look of sheer happiness on her son’s face made the mother draw a deep breath. Taking the white mask which symbolized peace and power—and by far the most used mask among the citizens—she gave the mask to her son as she rummage through her purse for a piece of bronze. “We’ll have this.” “Yes! Thank you, Mom! I will be a brave wolf so I can protect you forever!” His small limbs encased his mother’s waist with a hug as his hand held the mask with utmost care.

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

Maybe I needed to find out more about her gifts beyond her dressmaking. Wyatt came up beside me, took it from my hands, and placed it. Then securing it behind my head with the help of Issac. Pinning his eyes on me as he met mine in the mirror. were A blur of emotion, sadness, pride, love, resentment, and acceptance, not one was stronger than the other. Then in a blink of an eye, he masked himself, his hand resting on my shoulder in support. I covered his hand with mine as the men were handed their masks and Zoey hers. Wyatt and Beau's masks were pewter in color, like my dress and their handkerchiefs. They were simple yet elegant, mimicking natural fur with copper and bronze hews painted to c