Free Taken by the Werebear Pack (Steamy Innocent BBW Werebear Menage Romance) by Nikki Wild Page B

movements. There was none of the usual jockeying and snarling that came when solitary bears happened upon fresh meat. These massive animals looked for all the world like they were...sharing. There was a coordination in their movements that I had never seen before in bears. I raised my camera and snapped a few pictures from afar, and then I began my slow advance upon them.
     
    Keeping myself scrupulously downwind of them, I maneuvered closer and closer, my belly scraping across the ground. There wasn't much cover for me; just a few scrubby bushes and the occasional boulder. The bears seemed intent on their meal, unaware of how close I was getting. My pulse beat loudly in my ears, so loudly that I feared they had to hear it. Ducking behind a large rock, I peered at them, now only about a hundred yards away.
     
    What I saw took my breath away. I had been studying bears my entire career, and I had never seen specimens such as these. All four of them were massive, much larger than the usual black bears, larger even than grizzlies. They almost resembled grizzlies but for the coal-black coats so glossy in the weak sunshine of the tundra. Not only were they massive, but they were powerful too. I could hear the crunch of bone in their powerful jaws, see the muscles rippling underneath the glossy coats. But the strangest thing of all were their eyes. Black bears have black eyes as a rule, but these bears had strange amber eyes, glowing like topaz and brimming with unearthly intelligence. I set my camera down carefully on a rock and crawled forward, mesmerized.
     
    They were a new species for sure. I had discovered something completely new and incredible. The thrill of my find was making me reckless. I needed to get closer, I needed to watch them, to be near them, to touch them....
     
    All at once the wind gusted from behind me, sending my hair whipping in front of my face. I shoved it out of my way impatiently, annoyed to lose sight of the bears for one instant.
     
    Too late did I realize what it meant. The wind had shifted and now the bears had my scent.
     
    One by one, they lifted their great, shaggy heads from the kill. I wiggled down as flat to the ground as I could, clamping my lips tightly to keep the whimper of fear from bubbling out of my lips. One bear, the largest and most powerful looking of the four, raised himself up onto his hind legs, peering in my direction. I prayed that he had the typical weak eyesight.
     
    There was a noise like wind even though the air was still, a whooshing vibration that I could feel through ground. Terrified, I lifted my palms from the ground. Was it an earthquake?
     
    The standing bear began to...move. No, that wasn't correct, because he was standing stock still. It was his form that was moving, wavering, like a mirage. He became fuzzy and indistinct. I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to get his shape to resolve in front of my eyes, but everything about him was blurred. His features swirled together, rippling and flowing, his form contorting and shimmering, seeming to both stretch and diminish at the same time. The hairs on my arms stood on end, shivers of fear sent shockwaves up my spine.
     
    The bear was changing.
     
    Shifting.
     
    The form of the bear collapsed downward and a man stepped forward. Naked and barefoot, his long, dark hair tumbling to his shoulders. He scanned the tundra with keen eyes and then called out in a rough, rasping growl. "I see you there. Stand up. Stop cowering in the dirt."
     
    Every instinct in my body told me to run. But there was an authority in his voice more powerful that my terror. I was compelled to do what he said.
     
    Slowly, I stood up, brushing the dirt from my front.
     
    "What are you doing, spying on us like this?" the man demanded.
     
    "Um, I..."
     
    "Speak up," he rumbled, beckoning me to step closer. I felt my body move to him even as my mind screamed at me to stop. I walked across the wind-blasted tundra, drawn closer and closer to