The Mane Squeeze
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And pissed off.
The wolves tried to stop in time but they couldnt, and they slammed right into those enormous claws that were slashing and ripping wildly. The bear-roar sent calm birds screeching from the trees and Gwen got to her feet behind the grizzly, watching as he tossed two-hundred-plus-pound wolves into trees or lobbed them thirty feet out into the grass with no effort at all. She was enjoying every second of it, too, until that damn She-wolf came at her from the side, her fangs tearing into Gwens already wounded hind leg. Gwen roared and hissed at the same time, going at the female again. Before she could get to her, though, before she could slap the crap out of her, there was suddenly a big bear ass coming right for her.
The Pack of thirteen turned out to be a Pack of twenty-three. They came out of the trees, charging the bear, startling him again and forcing him back. And back he moved.
Normally not an issue, until Gwen realized she was at the top of what the brochures called one of Macon Rivers scenic cliffs. Across the chasm was one of the falls, beneath that was part of the raging river.
Gwen tried to dodge out of the bears way, but he must have felt her behind him and turned, his paw already swinging out. Yet when he saw her his small brown eyes grew wide and although he managed to not use those four-inch claws to rip her face open, his forearm still caught her and the strength of it sent her flipping back. She landed flat on her stomach, her legs dangling over the cliffs edge, while she caught hold of the ledge with her front claws. But the ground was softer in this spot and her three-hundred-pound tigon form was simply too much. She slid over the side, her claws leaving gouges in the dirt, so she quickly shifted to human, hoping her lighter weight would help. She was able to grab hold of a branch with her hand, but it started to break away almost instantly.
Shit, she blurted out. Shitshitshitshit!
Then the biggest human arm shed ever seen was reaching down, big long fingers catching hold of her hand.
Hold on! Ive got you! he called out. She looked up into that face and immediately recognized him.
The bear from the Smith-Ward wedding whod chucked Brendon Shaw into the woods like a five-pound sack of potatoes. She recognized those dark brown eyes, that handsome if almost painfully sweet face, and that great brown hair with silver tips shed stared at all through the wedding ceremony. And he recognized her, too. The pair locking gazes in a shocked moment of clarity.
Feeling the strength of the hand that gripped her so tightly and relieved that she knew the bear, Gwen began to smile
Until that first bit of wet dirt hit her face and after a heart-stopping moment of feeling the ground beneath them begin to buckle from his weight, the bear rapidly hauled her up. But it wasnt fast enough. The earth gave way beneath him, raining down on Gwen,forcing her to look away. Yet she still managed to see that big, human male body tumbling forwardright into her.
She screamed as they went freefalling, tumbling through the air. Instinctively she shifted back to her cat form, knowing it could handle more damage than her weaker human one. But stillfor this level of fall, she didnt have much hope. And all she could think was I cant believe Im going to die in fucking New Jersey!
But before her life could flash before her eyes or she saw any white tunnels with her dead relatives waiting at the other end, Gwen felt long, unbelievably strong, fur-covered arms wrap around her, pulling her in close to all that hard muscle.
She buried her head against the bears furred body, held her breath, and together they slammed into the rushing river beneath them.
CHAPTER 2
The salmon were everywhere, leaping from the water and right into the open maws of bears. But he ruled this piece of territory and those salmon were for him and him alone. He opened his mouth and a ten-pound one leaped right into it. Closing his jaws, he sighed in pleasure. Honey covered. He loved honey-covered salmon!
This was his perfect world. A cold river, happy-to-die-for-his-survival salmon, and honey. Lots and lots of honey
What could ever be better? What could ever live up to this? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
A salmon swam up to him. He had no interest, he was still working on the honey-covered one. Yet the salmon insisted on staring at him intentlyalmost glaring.
Hey! it called out. Hey! Can you hear me?
Why was this salmon ruining his meal? He should kill it and save it for later. Or toss it to one of the females with cubs. Anything to get this obviously Philadelphia salmon to shut the hell up!
Answer me! the salmon ordered loudly. Open your eyes and answer me! Now!
His eyes were open, werent they?
Apparently not, because someone pried his lids apart and stared into his face. And wow, wasnt she gorgeous?
Can you hear me? He didnt answer, he was too busy staring at her. So pretty!
Come on, Paddington. Answer me.
He instinctively snarled at the nickname and she smiled in relief. Whats the matter? she teased. You dont like Paddington? Such a cute, cuddly, widdle bear.
Nothings wrong with cute pet namesMr. Mittens.
She straightened, her hands on her hips and those long, expertly manicured nails drumming restlessly against those narrow hips.
Mister? she snapped.
Paddington? he shot back.
She gave a little snort. Okay. Fair enough. But call me Gwen. I never did get a chance to tell you my name at the wedding.
The wolves tried to stop in time but they couldnt, and they slammed right into those enormous claws that were slashing and ripping wildly. The bear-roar sent calm birds screeching from the trees and Gwen got to her feet behind the grizzly, watching as he tossed two-hundred-plus-pound wolves into trees or lobbed them thirty feet out into the grass with no effort at all. She was enjoying every second of it, too, until that damn She-wolf came at her from the side, her fangs tearing into Gwens already wounded hind leg. Gwen roared and hissed at the same time, going at the female again. Before she could get to her, though, before she could slap the crap out of her, there was suddenly a big bear ass coming right for her.
The Pack of thirteen turned out to be a Pack of twenty-three. They came out of the trees, charging the bear, startling him again and forcing him back. And back he moved.
Normally not an issue, until Gwen realized she was at the top of what the brochures called one of Macon Rivers scenic cliffs. Across the chasm was one of the falls, beneath that was part of the raging river.
Gwen tried to dodge out of the bears way, but he must have felt her behind him and turned, his paw already swinging out. Yet when he saw her his small brown eyes grew wide and although he managed to not use those four-inch claws to rip her face open, his forearm still caught her and the strength of it sent her flipping back. She landed flat on her stomach, her legs dangling over the cliffs edge, while she caught hold of the ledge with her front claws. But the ground was softer in this spot and her three-hundred-pound tigon form was simply too much. She slid over the side, her claws leaving gouges in the dirt, so she quickly shifted to human, hoping her lighter weight would help. She was able to grab hold of a branch with her hand, but it started to break away almost instantly.
Shit, she blurted out. Shitshitshitshit!
Then the biggest human arm shed ever seen was reaching down, big long fingers catching hold of her hand.
Hold on! Ive got you! he called out. She looked up into that face and immediately recognized him.
The bear from the Smith-Ward wedding whod chucked Brendon Shaw into the woods like a five-pound sack of potatoes. She recognized those dark brown eyes, that handsome if almost painfully sweet face, and that great brown hair with silver tips shed stared at all through the wedding ceremony. And he recognized her, too. The pair locking gazes in a shocked moment of clarity.
Feeling the strength of the hand that gripped her so tightly and relieved that she knew the bear, Gwen began to smile
Until that first bit of wet dirt hit her face and after a heart-stopping moment of feeling the ground beneath them begin to buckle from his weight, the bear rapidly hauled her up. But it wasnt fast enough. The earth gave way beneath him, raining down on Gwen,forcing her to look away. Yet she still managed to see that big, human male body tumbling forwardright into her.
She screamed as they went freefalling, tumbling through the air. Instinctively she shifted back to her cat form, knowing it could handle more damage than her weaker human one. But stillfor this level of fall, she didnt have much hope. And all she could think was I cant believe Im going to die in fucking New Jersey!
But before her life could flash before her eyes or she saw any white tunnels with her dead relatives waiting at the other end, Gwen felt long, unbelievably strong, fur-covered arms wrap around her, pulling her in close to all that hard muscle.
She buried her head against the bears furred body, held her breath, and together they slammed into the rushing river beneath them.
CHAPTER 2
The salmon were everywhere, leaping from the water and right into the open maws of bears. But he ruled this piece of territory and those salmon were for him and him alone. He opened his mouth and a ten-pound one leaped right into it. Closing his jaws, he sighed in pleasure. Honey covered. He loved honey-covered salmon!
This was his perfect world. A cold river, happy-to-die-for-his-survival salmon, and honey. Lots and lots of honey
What could ever be better? What could ever live up to this? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
A salmon swam up to him. He had no interest, he was still working on the honey-covered one. Yet the salmon insisted on staring at him intentlyalmost glaring.
Hey! it called out. Hey! Can you hear me?
Why was this salmon ruining his meal? He should kill it and save it for later. Or toss it to one of the females with cubs. Anything to get this obviously Philadelphia salmon to shut the hell up!
Answer me! the salmon ordered loudly. Open your eyes and answer me! Now!
His eyes were open, werent they?
Apparently not, because someone pried his lids apart and stared into his face. And wow, wasnt she gorgeous?
Can you hear me? He didnt answer, he was too busy staring at her. So pretty!
Come on, Paddington. Answer me.
He instinctively snarled at the nickname and she smiled in relief. Whats the matter? she teased. You dont like Paddington? Such a cute, cuddly, widdle bear.
Nothings wrong with cute pet namesMr. Mittens.
She straightened, her hands on her hips and those long, expertly manicured nails drumming restlessly against those narrow hips.
Mister? she snapped.
Paddington? he shot back.
She gave a little snort. Okay. Fair enough. But call me Gwen. I never did get a chance to tell you my name at the wedding.
