The Princess and Her Werebear

is more a

s in the treetops and he sees th

ests this early in the day. I have never see

nrad Darc

eyes. He clenches his teeth and pre

the matter. You will go to Viptan and you will find your mate th

large deer carcass that they have just taken down. It

t I find a mate right now, an

ixed breeding. You need t

t your mate is already predeter

ghs softly as she leads them into t

't eve

tracks, a loud growl e

trice gasps staring

cape. He lifts his nose softly, "It smells like bear. They sound close. G

behind him. Once he pivots around, he notices that

cottage for weeks," he wonders. He shakes

thick necklace. It is made from dense rope and ends

bag at the bottom of the chair at the table. "We normally have random

I am glad it is not the Vojik. Those dogs stink. We

s he saunters over to his bedro

trange figure that is curled up on his bed. Breathing in slowly to hold off a cold gasp biting at his lungs, Jasper drinks in the sight

coats the inside of his nose, Jasper's vision goes white f

a

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she clears her vision and comes to realize that she is staring into a set of dense, creamy eyes. Th

against the wall. She is unable to look anyway else except for the boy, no, man, in front of her. He has a square jawline, his teeth clenched as he stares down at he

r tightening her muscles is mixing with the need to touch the stranger. To run her

ranger. He could be an enemy." She

motion as Eliana glances around t

you in

ion, though. The sound of his gravelly voice sends a quiet shiver rolling across her arms and neck, causing h

ear her throat. "I-I. . ." Eliana cannot finish

folded, his hands tightly squeezing his toned biceps. His grip is so tight, Eliana could swear

ng with lavender and the memories of her mother. The urge to move clos

yet," a woman's voice ca

but as she nears the edge of the bed, she slips, tangli

uses goosebumps to run the length of her arms and back, a gasp audibly leaving her body. Eliana clamps down her mouth

ana carefully. As she tries to open her mouth t

asked if sh

tte hair twisted up in a bun. She is wiping her hands on a stained and old cloth. As

thicker than that of a wolf. Fear now the dominant trait overrunning Eliana's body, she t