Page 6 of Trusting Her Bear

“It’s not funny,” she groans. “Lucas has been giving me endless shit about it.”

“It’s a little funny,” I mumble. I fight the urge to close my eyes as I enter the town.

“Every sense is magnified. How do you prepare for that?”

“I wish I could have helped more,” I say. I follow the directions on my dash. It’s not far now.

“How could you? I don’t think anyone can really prepare.” It is much easier to be a born shifter. As you grow, your senses grow with you. Being turned, you are suddenly bombarded with new powers, and everything is enhanced times ten. Her emotions are going from one extreme to another.

“I regret not being here when you were turned.” I exhale as I turn on the road the building should be on.

“None of that,” she snaps. “It was something I had to go through alone. My mates have helped as much as they can.”

“I’m sure,” I say. “How many orgasms have you had today?”

“Hey,” she cries. “The heat is constant.”

“So, a lot?” I slowly pull in front of the bakery. “I’m here,” I sigh.

She screams and drops the phone.

I did it. I made it.

All my tension disappears as Breeane flies out of the front door, her red hair waving behind her. I choke down the sobs as I watch her. My hand shakes when I reach for the door handle. It takes three tries to open it.

“Steph,” she whispers as I attempt to stand.

The adrenaline hits me, and my muscles lock while I was sitting. I can stand, but I have to lean against the car.

“I’m okay,” I say, but my voice is strained. “I made it.”

“You did. You did it, and I am so proud of you.” Breeane wraps her arms around my shoulders, and I grip her waist tight.

“I’m happy to see your face.” I hiccup and hide my face in her hair, her familiar scent comforting me.

“You look beautiful.”

“Don’t lie,” I tease. I am wearing old grey sweatpants and a plain black tank. My black hair is windblown, and I didn’t bother to apply makeup before I left.

“I would never lie,” she says. She pulls back and wipes the tears from my cheeks.

“You are a gorgeous lion.” Her turning only enhanced her beauty.

She stares into my eyes for a moment. “Let’s go inside.”

I nod, but my body doesn’t want to move. “I need a moment,” I whisper.

She frowns. “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head frantically. “I think my body is in a bit of shock,” I admit.

Her eyes widen, and mine mimic hers when Logan appears behind her, his attention locked on me.

“Logan,” Breeane cries.

“Steph,” he says, gently moving her out of the way. Then he is braced in front of me.

More tears fall as I see the understanding and sympathy on his face. He slowly lifts his hand and puts it on my head. I attempt to smile, but instead, my lips tremble.

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