Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Take this!” I shout as I throw my beef jerky at him.
He recoils as it hits his forehead, and I take off. I roll to the side, popping out on the opposite side of the bus, and race to the door.
He comes sprinting around the bus to get me, grunting and snorting as I yank open the door and rush inside. I slam it closed and run to my bedroom.
“You’re okay,” I say to myself as I crawl onto my bed and look out the back window. “He can’t get you in here.”
I hope.
I’m looking everywhere for him, but I can’t see him. I know he’s still there. I can feel his presence.
My cheek is pressed against the window as I try to see if he’s beside the bus when his giant head suddenly pops up in front of me. I scream and yank the curtains closed.
He’s standing on his back legs, trying to find me.
The grizzly lets out a frustrated roar and then drops back down. I can feel the bus rocking as he lets go.
“I’m safe in here,” I tell myself as I start pacing up and down my skoolie. “Last time I checked, grizzly bears don’t have opposable thumbs to open doors.”
I just have to wait him out. He’ll eat the last of my beef jerky, get bored, and then move on. Eventually.
When the initial fear simmers down, I sit at the window and watch him wandering around my camp. He’s big and scary, but he’s also beautiful.
Those shoulders look so powerful, moving like boulders under his shimmering fur. He’s smelling everything and he keeps lifting his nose into the air and taking deep powerful breaths.
This is actually pretty cool. Seeing a part of nature up close… How many people get to experience something like this?
I’m admiring the shine of his fur when he suddenly starts shaking. His whole body begins to tremble and his brown fur ripples. It’s light at first, but it quickly becomes violent.
His head thrashes around. He lets out a nasty growl.
“Oh no,” I gasp as I watch with my hand on my heart. “Are you okay?”
A part of me wants to go out there and try to help him, but the smarter part of me keeps my ass planted inside the bus.
And then the most impossible thing happens. His body begins to shrink. His long brown fur sucks back into his body.
I feel like my brain is glitching as I watch with my mouth hanging open.
With a loud tear, the grizzly bear disappears and a naked man bursts out of thin air.
If my brain was glitching before, it’s full-on dysfunctional now. I stare in shock at those big round shoulders heaving up and down with every heavy breath. The man is as thick as an oak tree and hard as a rock. Every inch of him is hard carved muscle, except for the long meaty cock hanging low between his legs.
My eyes fixate on it. My mouth waters. An intense burn of desire unlike anything I’ve ever felt before wafts through me, sizzling hot.
An intense primal urge to touch it takes over.
I let out a low moan as I trace my eyes down the thick long shaft to his big round head.
The intense lust surprises me. More than even the shapeshifting bear did.
The man’s head rises and his shining brown eyes dart onto mine.
I gasp, but I don’t look away.
I can’t. He’s gorgeous. Those eyes are unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. The intensity brimming in them, the possessive edge, the way he’s looking at me like I’m his property, like he owns me—it grabs a hold of me and won’t let go.
But then… the spell wears off and I realize there’s a naked man in my camp.
I yank the curtains closed and lock the door.
My heart is trying to beat out of my chest.
That guy is a shifter? Those things exist?!
“Umm,” I hear him say. “Hello?”
God, that voice. Deep and buttery, it sends shivers racing through me.
“Get the fuck off my mountain!” I shout in a firm tone.
My eyes are dying to get another glimpse of him. I open the curtains a crack and peek out.
He’s covered up now. I’m surprised at how disappointed I am by that. Well, covered up is a stretch. He’s holding a large rock in front of his crotch.
And it’s making his arms and abs flex in the most enticing way…
“Can I borrow a towel or a blanket or something?” he asks. “I’d just like to talk.”
“I have a shotgun you can talk to!” I shout back. “If you’re still here in five seconds, I’m firing!”
It’s all a lie. I’m unarmed, but I’m desperate at this point.
“Please don’t shoot,” he says. “My name is Michael Brooks. I live on one of the ranches outside of town.”
“You’re going to live six feet underground if you don’t get the fuck out of here now!”