Chapter 4
List of possible explanations for what she was seeing:
She was asleep on the lab table and was having one hell of a bad dream.
She was so exhausted, she was hallucinating.
She’d caught the Detroit Flu and was hallucinating.
She’d hit her head, and this is what happened when one had brain damage.
A zillion other explanations burst through Cecilia’s brain, all of them equally plausible and way more likely than a man being able to turn into a big black bear. That just wasn’t possible, and 100 percent of her brain rejected it out of hand.
And that’s what finally convinced her to really look at what she was seeing. Because as a scientist she prided herself on exploring all the possibilities. Had aliens abducted the deli guy at her local grocery store? Absolutely possible until she saw evidence of a different explanation. Nessie lived in Loch Ness and came up occasionally to help boost tourism? Unlikely but possible. Big Foot, fairies, even ghosts and all other paranormal activity? She’d consider them along with a dozen more likely explanations.
But suddenly shifters were 100 percent impossible? Even though she watched a man thick with bulging muscles and zero body fat face her straight on and start to sprout fur. There might have been a golden glow. She didn’t know. It was too fast for her brain to process. But she absolutely saw sleek black fur, a lengthening muzzle, and bright brown eyes flow wider on an expanding face. She watched as he dropped to all fours. As hair—er, fur—rippled down his back into a short, rather cute little tail. And those narrow hips and his tight, manly ass thickened and spread until she saw the rounded back end of a bear.
But even as she was looking—and maybe screaming a little—his sweet brown eyes remained the same. Sure, they’d flowed outward on a bone structure vastly different than a man’s, but they had the same calm expression, the same color, and the same steady resignation that had been on the man. As if he was doing his best by her but sincerely doubted it would work.
And then she was looking at a big black bear with liquid eyes and a long pink tongue.
And yet she was 100 percent sure that she was hallucinating? That was bullshit because nothing was ever 100 percent certain in science. Nothing.
Which meant…
Oh hell. Shifters existed.
She blinked and looked at her environment with a new perspective. Everything appeared the same as it had a second ago. Big black bear in front of her. Wiry black woman with a shotgun to the left. A wolf’s howl that came from outside, echoed over and over by at least six other voices. Had she been hearing that for a while and just now noticed? How could shenothave heard that?
Mother stepped to the basement door and whipped it open.
The bear was ready, but so was whatever was on the other side. With a sudden roar, out leapt a grizzly bear. It had light brown fur, sharp white teeth, and a powerful paw that shoved the door into Mother. Or at least it would have if the woman hadn’t leapt onto the couch and out of the way.
The creature started barreling toward the front door, which is when the black bear—Hank?—caught it on the side. He rammed it with his head, and the grizzly went tumbling. Unfortunately, it went tumbling straight at her. Or maybe notstraightat her because it rolled into the wall about four feet away. But damn it, in this tiny house, four feet was too close. Plus, it was pissed as hell as it scrambled back onto all fours and roared.
The sound cut straight through Cecilia and had her climbing up the bannister as far as her tied hands could go. The black bear looked at her, and she would swear she saw concern in his eyes. Concern. From a bear. But then he focused on the grizzly as he opened up a mouth as big as a truck and roared right back.
Think logically!
Her brain tried to tell her that. Her brain tried to tell her that this entire situation was illogical and therefore impossible. She gave her brain the finger and kept her gaze on the fight. But she did allow it to tell her that the black bear’s mouth was in no way the size of a truck. It would, however, feel like a truck had dropped on her if that mouth ever managed to clamp its massive jaws on her.
Strangely enough, the black bear’s roar was more impressive than the grizzly’s. It was deeper, more sustained, and it didn’t hold that same note ofI’m going to eat youin it. Maybe because Hank wasn’t facing her but was squaring off with the grizzly. Or perhaps because it sounded more like a parent telling a child to chill out. Hadn’t she heard her father growl that way at her and her brothers more than once? It was the grumble of a parent who was about to bring punishment. And Cecilia straightened up out of reflex, as much as she could while wrapped around the top of the bannister.
The grizzly—Sammy?—snapped back. A loudclickof its jaws followed by another roar, but it wasn’t as ferocious as before. And it held a note of confusion. And was she really interpreting bear roars? While one of them was inches away from her? Hank was close enough that she felt the heat from his side; she could’ve reached out and stroked the inky black fur if she weren’t tied up. Instead, she tried not to whimper in alarm when Hank blew out angry breaths and bared his teeth.
Sammy bared right back. Sharp white teeth, flared nostrils puffing in and out, and a small pink tongue that was licking its chops…and then hanging out as it panted. Just like a winded dog. In fact, while Cecilia watched in shock, the grizzly collapsed backward onto its haunches and panted. Just sat there breathing hard, and no wonder. It had been roaring and clawing at that basement door for who knows how long.
Outside, the wolves howled again. Closer this time. One sounded like it was freaking next door. The grizzly heard it. Sammy’s head snapped up and it pulled its teeth back in a growl. The black bear’s ears twitched. The ear nearest Cecilia seemed to twist back toward the front door, but Hank remained steadfast in squaring off with the grizzly. He grunted, low and kind of rolling, deep in his chest. Not a growl, but not really a grunt either. A grumble? Like a cranky grandfather?
Hank lumbered forward. No other way to phrase it on a beast his size. He thudded forward until he was muzzle to muzzle with the grizzly. And when he was near enough to take a big bite of the creature, he extended his long pink tongue and groomed the creature’s face.
Lick, lick, and then a nuzzle.
At first the grizzly was having none of it. It growled and turned its face away. Damn, if that didn’t look just like a toddler coming out of a tantrum. Cecilia could almost hear the words,I don’t wanna.But Hank persisted. Nuzzles, licks, even a thick paw stroking against the grizzly’s side.
And wow, just watching that had Cecilia softening. It was beautiful, seeing one bear comfort the other. One big, black, and powerful. The other golden brown and frightened. Truthfully, it was the gentlest thing she’d ever seen. And the idea that it was Hank—the huge black man with a scar who had abducted her—made her entire mind twist in confusion. He’d slammed her face into the seat of his car, he’d zip-tied her twice, and he’d even flipped her over his shoulder and dragged her inside here where he’d turned into a beast.
And yet he was also gentle and fatherly as he nuzzled a frightened grizzly. She felt the tenderness as surely as if he were nuzzling her. As if that long pink tongue were stroking up her neck and side. It wasn’t sexual, but it was sensuous. In her mind’s eye, she felt the heat of his tongue, the wet scrape of it and the reassurance in it as he groomed the grizzly. And she felt the push of his face against her in a way that begged her to curl her fingers into his ruff and sink deep into the softness of his fur.
