We Bare Bears Our Stuff Novels & Stories

It’s a mass mass migration, the werebears fleeing into the timberland like a swarm of ants, driven absent by strengths so effective, they’re nearly inconceivable. Our partners underneath can as it were observe, dazed, and from where I’m floating, I capture Atlas’s eyes, which have gone wide with amazement and admiration.

Jameson spoke then, the only one of the bears who had been quiet the entire time. “We will not allow it. Bears do not mate or resonate with humans. It is impossible and unnatural. And any bear who ventures to do so will be kicked out of the council.” “Yes,” Elias continued. “Any bear who does such a thing will be cut off from the resources we provide. They will lose any and all protection they have enjoyed thus far.” “And they will be severely punished.” When Timber looked at Devlen, the shifter was pressing his lips together in a grim line.

"How do I look?" I spin around and give her a free show of my outfit. The beads sown to the dress make clacking sounds as the hit each other, and I adjust the top which had no sleeves. Janelle Brown, my best friend since second year at college, sits on my bed, her legs crossed and an half empty glass of wine in her hands as she accesses my outfit.

We had never had a bounty for a bear before, so we tried to avoid them when we could. I ignored him. Leaving Paxton behind as I swam across the chilled water to where someone, probably Barley, had moved my clothes to hang from a tree branch. As I pulled them free and began to make my way back to our camp, Paxton called out from behind me. "There are a lot of bears in these parts, but you shouldn't be wandering out there after them. It would be best to stay away from their dens." I nodded, unable to avoid the rogue sniffle as I wiped under my nose with the knuckle of my index finger. But as Paxton's words settled into my head, they gave me hope.

Our future. I say a silent prayer, "Thank you Goddess for the greatest gift of all. My mate. The man I love." *** Tyboll I storm through the woods kicking branches as I go. Damn witch. Will I ever know the truth of everything? I am bear. Just bear! The limb I kick this time hurts my bare foot and I growl even louder. Bears are far superior. Why would I ever choose another beast form? The clan will laugh their asses off if they ever find out. It doesn't matter that we now have cats and wolves in the mix. We are bear.

I felt my cheeks flush as I hold my stomach tightly in a bid to cover the embarrassing sound. With the help of the sharp knife that I brought with me from the mansion, we easily skinned the bear’s fur with all precision and sliced its tender meat to save for our gambling stomachs after sunset. We ate our fill before setting out to continue our walk through the forest and find shelter somewhere, like a cave or something. It’s getting dark, and droplets of water started to drip on my shoulders and the top of my head. Drake’s wolf suddenly lay down in front of me, offering his wide back.

I can’t believe I’m protecting a fuckin werebear from a six-year-old kid right now. When we hear the packhouse door close, Clash focuses all his attention on Andy. The boy is still snarling and snapping, waiting for his chance to get to the bear. Clash glances to the side and sees Maskwa moving side to side making a popping sound with his jaw. “What’s he doin’?” I whisper at Clash. “That’s what bears do when they’re nervous.” Clash says, still focused on Andy. “They can’t whine like a wolf does.”

Instead, Bears claim their mates by scratching along their necks and down to their collarbones. My hand lifts to where the mark is. Three long but subtle claw marks show that I’m claimed. Where werewolves don’t usually try to hide their marks or show them, bears often ensure they are on show during social events. So my dress is revealing the mark. “If we’re talking and someone asks you something, and you’re not sure how to answer, just squeeze my hand, and I’ll speak,” Arktos says while smiling down at me. I’m glad he’s giving me a way out.

Beatrice has wrapped his wounds and he lays in bed resting. "Once he wakes, we will finish packing our belongings," Conrad explains as he sits at the table. Eliana's brow softly furrows. "What do you mean?" "We are not able to stay. Those rogue bears will be back. This time we will not be able to fight as well. We are both exhausted. It will be days before we are back to normal." She stares down at her hands, "I am sorry that I am causing you so much trouble." Beatrice gently touches her head, "Nonsense, we are delighted to have you here. There is no need to be worried."

I didn’t like his glum mood when I woke up. “Alright we’ll load up Rowena on Orlaith's back and move quickly.” I said. I turned to see that Morning and Roman had already packed up everything. The load wasn’t too much and a single large box that Orlaith had been carrying since. He had also been carrying Rowena and I. The bear has really been working hard. Hopefully it didn’t tire out. At least I could walk around on my own now and reduce the load. “Let’s go.” I said.