I’m running.
Branches scrape my arms as I push through the forest, lungs burning and legs shaking from exhaustion.Behind me, men shout.
“Get her!”
“Don’t let her escape!”
Panic claws up my throat as I stumble over a root and nearly fall.I force myself to keep going, heart pounding louder than the pounding footsteps behind me.
The trees suddenly open into a clearing.A tall man stands there, his broad shoulders silhouetted in the fading sunlight.Dark hair.Green eyes.
Relief crashes through me.
“My guardian angel,” I whisper.
He steps toward me.Then his body shifts.Bones crack, fur explodes across his skin, and my guardian angel is suddenly a giant bear.
I scream.
My eyes snap open.
For a second, I lie there, heart racing as the dream clings stubbornly to the edges of my mind.
My breathing slowly begins to steady.
“It was just a dream,” I whisper, but as the seconds pass, memories come rushing back.
The cabin.Logan.The moment he stepped onto the porch, and?—
My stomach drops.
“Oh, my god,” I breathe.
It wasn’t a dream.It was real.Logan reallydidturn into a bear.
I sit up slowly in the unfamiliar bed, my mind spinning as I take in the quiet room around me.I wait, my eyes on the bedroom door.Honestly, I’m surprised he didn’t burst in here when I screamed.
He must be out.
Soft morning light filters through the window.Everything is still and peaceful.
My feet slide carefully onto the floor.I sit there for a moment, gathering my thoughts.The last few days feel like something out of a movie.I started by running through the woods, then collapsed in a stranger’s yard, only to be rescued by said stranger, who turned out to be a bear shifter.Oh yeah, and he’s my fated mate.
My brain still hasn’t fully processed any of it.
The house is quiet.
Maybe Logan went into town, or maybe he’s out in the woods doing… bear things.
The thought almost makes me laugh.
Slowly, I stand and creep toward the bedroom door.I crack it open and peek into the hallway.
No one.
I slip out of the room and tiptoe down the hallway, my bare feet barely making a sound against the wooden floor.Part of me feels ridiculous for sneaking around, but another part still doesn’t know what to think about all this—about Logan, his bear, and that he thinks this place is my home and I’m his mate.
I reach the living room and glance around.Still empty.
