Page 14 of Stranded With An Insatiable Shifter

What are you doing?! I shout from inside.

He stomps around the campground and smells every inch of the bus while my girl stays hidden inside.

I gather my energy and wait until he’s distracted. Jemma’s clothes are hanging on a line. My grizzly catches the scent of her panties and while he’s occupied with that, I burst forward with everything I got.

I grab onto his essence and pull him in as I push my way out. He roars in outrage as the phase begins. He shakes and convulses as he tries to fight me, but I burst out, naked and breathing heavily.

“Great, you’re back,” Jemma says from inside the bus. Her tone is flat and sarcastic, which makes me smile.

“Did you miss me?” I ask.

“No.”

I sigh as I grab a rock, which is larger than the last one. I hide my little grizzly with it.

She’s silent, but I can feel her eyes on me.

“How did you do that?” she asks after a long moment.

“Do what?”

“What do you think, genius? Turn into a goddamn grizzly bear.”

“Oh,” I say with a chuckle. It’s so normal for me that I don’t think about it much.

“I’m a bear shifter. Ever heard of them?”

“Yeah. I read they were extinct.”

I grin. “Not in Montana we’re not.”

“Oh.”

I finally got her talking. I want her to keep going.

“I come from a family of grizzly bear shifters,” I tell her. “Me, my two brothers, my dad, and my grandpa before him.”

She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t scream at me to leave, so I take that as a good sign.

“I have garlic in here,” she finally says. “So, don’t come in.”

“That’s vampires,” I say, trying not to laugh.

Her voice is unreal. I can’t stop smiling, knowing I’m talking to my mate. She’s right there. Right in that bus. After a lifetime of being worlds apart, we’re this close.

But as close as she is, I still have a long way to go. She doesn’t want anything to do with me.

Convincing her to come out will be much easier if I’m covered up.

“Can I please borrow a towel?”

“No.”

I drop my head and sigh, but a few seconds later, the door opens and she tosses out a towel. The door slams shut and I can hear the click of the lock.

“Thank you,” I say as I toss the rock and rush over to grab the towel. I wrap it around my waist and tie a knot.

We’re getting somewhere…

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