Free Knox (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey) by Becca Fanning

away in scraps, and with every glance she managed, she saw more of the beast emerging from within the man. Soon he was growing in size, his weight shaking the ground beside her with every thump of his paws. Ben was as tall as Layla, even running on all fours, and his proud, strong form was faster than she was.

    Soon, Ben’s bear form left her in the darkness, and all she could do was follow the sound of broken branches ahead. He was smashing a path through the forest for her to follow, and she knew she couldn’t let him down. She had a chance to be part of something good, to not turn away from the violence at her window. To do what her dad had never quite managed. And though she was afraid, Layla knew that she had to keep running.

    By the time she reached the clearing where Ben’s path of broken branches ended, the battle between Clan Best and Clan Reed was already in full swing. She saw the werecats for what they really were then, sleek beasts about half the size of lions. They were spotted and striped in varying patterns, gold and silver hues mixing with black fur. There was one, however, that was pure silver, right in the center of the pack. He had to be Si Reed, and he was the snarling creature who guarded three small children behind him. The children had not yet come to harm, but they were huddled and crying as they witnessed the battle before them.

    Four huge bears growled and snapped at the wild cats. The cats outnumbered them almost three to one, but the size of the Best bears helped them to fend off the felines’ calculated attacks. Huge paws swept out to smack the cats down, and one had even been knocked out cold by the force of the blow. Layla felt her stomach shiver as she scanned the bears, looking for Ben. She thought he had to be the darkest one, with the fur that was almost black, and there was a moment among his defensive snapping when he looked up and found her eyes. She knew then that she was right.

    Layla nodded towards the silver cat guarding the kids. Ben couldn’t not express any kind of agreement, but Layla saw him starting to push forward against the cats who were keeping him back. She was busy watching him, and that was her biggest mistake. No sooner than she had taken her eyes off Si Reed, the werecat had begun to prowl towards her. He screeched and howled, suddenly only six feet away, and Layla tried to retreat back into the trees at once.

    But Si could leap. He leaped like he’d leaped from that restaurant straight into the lake, all grace and precision. Layla felt the deep sting of a claw stabbing into her shoulder, and a moment later his weight pushed her down to the ground. She looked into the cat’s eyes, into that predatory stare Si had given her when they met at the dinner table. He was present. He knew exactly what he was about to do.

    As his claws retracted and then pushed in for another stab, there was a sickening crunch of bone and flesh. Layla’s eyes shut in shock, and she only opened them again when she felt the weight of the cat lifting off her body. As she lay on the ground, she looked up to the awesome sight of Ben on his hind legs. In his massive jaw, he held Si by the neck. Blood was running into his silver fur, and Ben ragged on him and suddenly flung him against a nearby tree. The silver cat’s body hit the trunk with a sickly thump, and there it was perfectly still.

    Layla struggled to her feet, clutching her bleeding shoulder. She saw the children watching her, amazed and terrified, and she knew what she had to do. Ben had already surged back into the fight, teaching the rest of Clan Reed a great and terrible lesson. Layla rushed for the children, hoping that Brent was already nearing the forest’s edge with his car.

Two weeks later.

    “Well, we finally had that date,” Ben said cheerily.

    His warm grip clasped Layla’s hand as they entered her suite at the Old Spring Lodge. It was a sunny afternoon, and they had just been for lunch at the Lakeside