Chapter Eight

Dan entered the office in a grumpy mood, which was unusual for him. When Nick and Tom tried badgering him about it, he brushed them off with a somber fervor that wasn’t like him at all.

“Come on,” Nick grinned in an attempt to lighten the mood. “What, now you’re the one who can’t take a joke?”

Dan grumbled something unintelligible before saying, “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Ah, so that’s it,” Nick replied knowingly, elbowing Dan lightly in the side. “Got her on the brain, have you?”

“No,” Dan replied too quickly to be convincing. Nick raised an eyebrow as his gaze slid over to his brother. Dan didn’t want to admit it, but Nick had hit the nail on the head. His mind had raced all night, flickering past images of Lucy and the events that had led them together. It was short and fleeting, but replaying the memories also felt like he’d been lost in an eternity. Sadly it always ended the same; she admitted that she never shifted and with that declaration, a part of his hopeful utopia with Forest Haven shattered alongside it.

Hopeful utopia? Just what was he expecting from Lucy? Sure, she was gorgeous, and she’d seemed open to at least talking at the bar, but she came to the pack under duress and begging for help. He felt kind of skeevy at the thought of using her situation to his advantage in such a way. He’d always considered himself a helper, and it was never a hard decision to put his feelings aside and aid others, even when that ‘other’ was Lucas. So why was he finding it so hard to forget all personal emotion and help this poor woman when no one else would?

He shook his head, passing a hand over his weary face. “I think I need to run.”

Tom lifted an eyebrow. “Already? Jeez, you really do hate your human form, don’t you?” It was true, Dan agreed silently, but there was more to it than that this time.

“Jo will be here with Lucy in about an hour, at which time I’ll want us all here to talk pack strategy before our day jobs begin,” Nick explained. “So you’ve got until then.”

Dan nodded his understanding. “Speaking of, any luck with the other packs?”

Nick shook his head forlornly. “Any pack smart enough to be of any use to us is also too protective of their own to stay out of—what’s to them—a problem that doesn’t affect them.” He huffed a frustrated sigh. “They don’t understand that if we fall, this doesn’t end in Woodhaven. Lucas craves dominance. When he has nothing left to conquer here, he’ll move on. And it sounds like Dominic is even worse. I just hope someone gets their head out of their ass long enough to properly hear me out. The last thing we need is for the plague that is the Northern Wind pack to spread. The sooner we shut them down, the better.”

“Well I mean, I guess I don’t blame them,” Dan said. “I’m sure news of the Northern Wind’s growth rate is travelling down the grapevine. No one want’s to be made to feel like they’re joining a lost battle. With Lucy, we’re five bears and one really tough human. Lucas has…” he thought on the last time he’d ran the numbers, “… dozens. And that’s not counting people like Dominic who joined after Savannah and I cut ties. You have to wonder how it might play out if Lucas just decided one day to surround the shop from all sides with all of his men.” Dan hated being so somber, but someone had to lay down all of the facts, and he wasn’t sure how in depth Nick would be willing to get once Lucy came around.

Tom nodded his agreement from where he sat. “Even taking into account that many of his bears are untrained, like Savannah was, I have to say that quantity likely outshines quality in this scenario. Even us alphas have limits, bro.”

Nick chewed his lip as he worked things over. “But there’s a reason he hasn’t done that,” he muttered. “Even before Dominic, if what Dan’s saying is true, he had more than enough men to surround us. So why hasn’t he?” He looked to Dan for a possible answer.

Dan shrugged. “I couldn’t say. We talked strats, but it was mostly patrols and reconnaissance. When we attacked, he only told me who to take with me, not why the rest couldn’t follow along.”

He shrugged again, hating that for all his years in that dreadful pack, he had little helpful information to show for it. “Lucas didn’t really find much use in most of his pack members. As you saw with me the night I got busted up, at the slightest sign of weakness, a bear becomes little more than garbage to him.” Even now, the memory still made him feel useless, but he pressed on.

“But at the same time, Lucas doesn’t like dropping in numbers. He’s made it abundantly clear that his number one goal is outmanning your pack and anyone else who’d dare to oppose him. So he won’t get rid of anyone, but he’ll beat them, make them do menial tasks, or otherwise separate them from the pack in some sort of solitary confinement-style punishment.” He worked to stifle the harsh memories as they came rushing back, suppressing a shudder. “He specializes in breaking people.”

“So what you’re saying is, he likely just didn’t find them worthy of doing something as important as fighting on the frontlines,” Nick pondered.

Dan shrugged again. “Can never be too sure with Lucas, but yeah. That’d be my guess.”

Nick nodded once more, eyes still deep in thought. “Thanks for the info. It helps for planning our next step,” he said with a light smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “We can discuss this more in about an hour. For now, you just go and try to clear your head. You look like you could use a little extra time to yourself.” Without waiting for a goodbye, Nick departed into the garage area of the shop, eyes lost in thought once more.

Tom stared thoughtfully at Dan for a silent moment before saying, “Cheer up dude.” He grinned. “You don’t want your girlfriend to see you all glum like that when she gets here. Kills the mood.” He slipped into the garage behind his brother before Dan had time to retort.

Stomping into the woods, Dan lifted his shirt, balling it up in his fists. His bear seemed to be pacing in agitation, and Dan couldn’t help but feel the same way. He couldn’t explain why he felt so foul that morning, but it niggled in the back of his mind like a fester of fleas. He hoped a run would calm his mind, giving his bear a chance to roar and leap and fight until the frustration and anger melted away.

He jogged deeper into the forest before stripping the rest of his clothes, already feeling the power of the beast as it pushed against his skin with the need to be free. The shift was quick and painful, the bear taking no care as it tore itself from Dan’s body. His pained shout turned into a bellowing roar as the shift completed, the final ripples of the change wafting over his dark coat.

Shaking his fur, Dan’s body vibrated with energy, the need to run singing through his veins. He took one last moment to center himself before pushing forward on his paws and launching himself through the woods.

He didn’t know for how long he’d run, or even in which direction he’d go, only that he kept moving until he could feel the wind whistling through his fur and nothing else.

It wasn’t long before he happened upon the lake that Tom and Savannah frequented regularly, and he didn’t hesitate before throwing himself into its cool depths. The chill of the water rushed over him, nearly freezing in his sudden submersion. The heat of his frustration cooled quickly as he swam, his paws pulling effortlessly through the water as he made his way to the opposite bank.

Hoisting himself out of the water, Dan finally tried to relax. He shook the water from his fur before sitting back in the grass and leaning heavily against a tree.

This deep in the forest, he could hear all the little stirrings of wildlife that made his bear form so comforting to live in. The mice scurried for cover as owls swooped from above, the yips of foxes sounded in the distance as they ran and played with one another. The harshness of the cold morning wind was muted from the cover of the tall trees, and the temperature of the gentle breeze that remained was perfect for Dan to lounge about in.

It was in that moment, basking in the gentle forest morning, that clarity found him. He suddenly knew why he felt so out of sorts. It was this. The glory and wonder of nature in a way that only a bear could appreciate, and the woman he found seemingly perfect had openly rejected it right before him.

The answer to his racing mind didn’t really make him feel any better, but it did calm the fretfulness of not knowing the answer to begin with. Whether he was satisfied with the fruits of his pondering or not, it was all he was going to get. With a deep sigh, Dan pushed himself back up onto all fours and began his amble back to the shop. He’d think on it more in his free time, but for now, it was time to start the day.

The shift back to human form was reluctant, but simple enough. The bear knew that there were more pressing matters to deal with than the probable wrench in a potentially budding love life, so it let Dan get back to the day ahead with minimal complaint. As he slid on the clothes he’d left haphazardly strewn at the forest’s edge, Dan promised the bear another romp through the woods soon enough.

His thoughts wandered back to Lucy as he made the final trek back to the shop. A woman that he barely knew and should hardly trust all things considered, yet he wasn’t above admitting that he wanted something more to happen between them. And that’s exactly why her declaration the night before hurt him so much.

Shifting was such a fundamental part of who Dan was; he couldn’t picture his life without it. He recalled his contemplation on the possibility of a human mate and how quickly he casted it aside because he felt, deep down, he needed another bear that understood all of him. As much as he hated to admit it, a bit of hope blossomed in his heart when he learned that Lucy was a shifter because it made his immediate attraction to her a little less complicated.

But then she told everyone that she didn’t shift.

Hello again, complication.

Learning a bit of Lucy’s backstory, Dan could guess that there was a good reason that she chose not to shift, but the primal side of him didn’t know how. To him, giving into the beast was natural and inevitable. He hoped that, whatever her reasons, she’d remain open-minded to a life with the pack that included showing her bear every once in a while. Otherwise, he wasn’t sure if there was much of a future for them, after all.

He scoffed quietly to himself. “Figures.” I should have known better, he finished internally as he stepped through the shop doors. Cursed bears don’t deserve happiness, remember?

Distant noises of power tools and the strong odor of axle grease filled the quiet office area, signs of the alpha brothers hard at work. With a final long sigh, Dan forced down the turmoil that churned deep in his belly about the fundamentals of shifting and the beautiful woman who defied them. He worked here, too, and Lucy aside, they had too much to do for him to worry about something so miniscule in comparison. Tom would probably be leaving soon to work on the house, and Nick would need help with the auto work before patrols started for the day. On top of that, having openly vouched for Lucy to the point of borderline pleading for Nick to trust her, he felt obligated to watch over her for Nick on the off chance that his intuition was completely wrong about her. Not that he minded doing it; he could hardly complain about having to survey a beautiful woman all-day, anti-shifting or otherwise. His attraction to her was still going strong, but there was a little sadness in the mix now.

I wonder if talking to her about it will change anything, he thought, somberly. If he found out the reasons behind her unwillingness to shift, could he maybe talk her into a change of heart someday soon?

Unbidden, the question had hope blossoming unceremoniously in his heart once more. If he had to guess, it likely had something to do with her thug of a brother. If all she knew of shifting came from him, Dan couldn’t blame her for being reluctant to embrace that part of her. But maybe, just maybe, he could show her the good side of shifting. Maybe all she needed was a glimpse at the bigger picture, what being a shifter is supposed to look like.

His heart began to lift as he thought of the possibilities. He’d likely be spending a lot of time with her in the coming days, which meant he’d have plenty of time to convince her that there was a good side to her bear. He’d show her everything he could, how important and strong and beautiful she could truly be.

He thought back to all of the helpless bears still trapped in Lucas’s clutches, and how he’d vowed a mission to help them see that there was more and better than what they knew. As thoughts of Lucy ran circles in his mind, he knew without a doubt that the best place to start was with her.