Detective Bear (Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance) (Bear Patrol Book 2) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Scarlett Grove
way into the parking lot in front of the Cedar Crest Trail and waited.
He glanced at his watch to check the time; he'd left his phone at home. It was almost time for Stonewall666’s men to arrive. Gauge had been in hairier situations than this, but he couldn't help feeling a tight lump in his throat as he waited. How he handled the situation could play a huge role in the future of Fate Mountain and the people who lived there.
He had an important mission to do and he could not fail.
Just when he was becoming genuinely worried, about forty-five minutes later, an old pickup truck rattled into the parking lot and stopped in front of him. A man in full camo gear with an obvious bulletproof vest underneath his jacket hopped out of the truck.
"You are Anarchy161?" the man asked.
He and his partner had pulled shotguns out of the cab of their pickup and were staring intently at Gauge as they held them. Gauge stood from his rock and nodded at both men as a sign of respect.
"Yes, I am Anarchy161. I presume you are Stonewall666’s men?"
"Did you get the pills?"
"I did. They’re in the bag," Gauge said, handing the bag to the man who had driven the pickup.
They yanked open the bag and looked inside. When he saw the hundreds of boxes of tablets, a slow smile crept over his face.
"I have to admit, I doubted you'd come through. But you've done better than expected," the driver said.
The second man took the bag and threw it in the back of the old truck.
"We don't allow any electronics up at the camp," the driver said. “Take off your pack. We’re going to look through your things, to make sure that you aren't bringing in any illegal equipment."
The driver took Gauge’s pack and pulled it open, going through all his things. The second man patted him down from head to toe, making sure that he didn't have anything hidden on his body.
Once they were satisfied, they invited him into the truck.
"So what's your name, Anarchy161?" the driver asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Y'all can call me Cody North."
4
L ola washed her face in a basin of tepid water, wondering if she should wash her hair. She hadn't even put a comb through it in two days. She looked at herself in the cracked mirror and saw the frightening reflection staring back at her.
Gone was the girl who had played soccer as a little girl. Gone was the confident outdoors woman. She'd been replaced by something else entirely. A woman with sunken eyes and ashen skin. It scared her.
Lola decided that the least she could do was wash her hair and body and use her one last razor to shave her arms and legs. Over the last year, she’d almost gotten used to the lack of hygiene at the camp, almost.
As she poured water over her hair into the basin, she tried to remember who she used to be. Lola lathered shampoo into her hair and imagined that she was at a fancy hotel room at Fate Mountain Lodge. She’d been to Fate Mountain Lodge once during a summer field trip back when she used to be in school.
She rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, patted it dry with a thin towel, and then combed it out.
Then she thought about the shifter she'd been mated with on Mate.com. He was a real man out there somewhere.
This website was supposed to be able to predict a shifter fated mate with hundred percent accuracy. There was some fancy algorithm that sorted the answers in the questionnaire and matched people at an incredibly high rate.
She had never expected to actually be matched with anyone when she'd signed up. She wondered what he was like, and what he was doing right now.
Justin had scared off every boy and man who ever could have taken what he called her “flower”. Now she was twenty-two years old and had never been touched. Except by Justin.
She recoiled in revulsion, thinking about every time he had done something to her. Right then, he burst into her tent with a frown on his face.
"What are you doing, Lola?" Justin yelled.
"I'm just getting ready," she said,
He glanced at his watch to check the time; he'd left his phone at home. It was almost time for Stonewall666’s men to arrive. Gauge had been in hairier situations than this, but he couldn't help feeling a tight lump in his throat as he waited. How he handled the situation could play a huge role in the future of Fate Mountain and the people who lived there.
He had an important mission to do and he could not fail.
Just when he was becoming genuinely worried, about forty-five minutes later, an old pickup truck rattled into the parking lot and stopped in front of him. A man in full camo gear with an obvious bulletproof vest underneath his jacket hopped out of the truck.
"You are Anarchy161?" the man asked.
He and his partner had pulled shotguns out of the cab of their pickup and were staring intently at Gauge as they held them. Gauge stood from his rock and nodded at both men as a sign of respect.
"Yes, I am Anarchy161. I presume you are Stonewall666’s men?"
"Did you get the pills?"
"I did. They’re in the bag," Gauge said, handing the bag to the man who had driven the pickup.
They yanked open the bag and looked inside. When he saw the hundreds of boxes of tablets, a slow smile crept over his face.
"I have to admit, I doubted you'd come through. But you've done better than expected," the driver said.
The second man took the bag and threw it in the back of the old truck.
"We don't allow any electronics up at the camp," the driver said. “Take off your pack. We’re going to look through your things, to make sure that you aren't bringing in any illegal equipment."
The driver took Gauge’s pack and pulled it open, going through all his things. The second man patted him down from head to toe, making sure that he didn't have anything hidden on his body.
Once they were satisfied, they invited him into the truck.
"So what's your name, Anarchy161?" the driver asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Y'all can call me Cody North."
4
L ola washed her face in a basin of tepid water, wondering if she should wash her hair. She hadn't even put a comb through it in two days. She looked at herself in the cracked mirror and saw the frightening reflection staring back at her.
Gone was the girl who had played soccer as a little girl. Gone was the confident outdoors woman. She'd been replaced by something else entirely. A woman with sunken eyes and ashen skin. It scared her.
Lola decided that the least she could do was wash her hair and body and use her one last razor to shave her arms and legs. Over the last year, she’d almost gotten used to the lack of hygiene at the camp, almost.
As she poured water over her hair into the basin, she tried to remember who she used to be. Lola lathered shampoo into her hair and imagined that she was at a fancy hotel room at Fate Mountain Lodge. She’d been to Fate Mountain Lodge once during a summer field trip back when she used to be in school.
She rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, patted it dry with a thin towel, and then combed it out.
Then she thought about the shifter she'd been mated with on Mate.com. He was a real man out there somewhere.
This website was supposed to be able to predict a shifter fated mate with hundred percent accuracy. There was some fancy algorithm that sorted the answers in the questionnaire and matched people at an incredibly high rate.
She had never expected to actually be matched with anyone when she'd signed up. She wondered what he was like, and what he was doing right now.
Justin had scared off every boy and man who ever could have taken what he called her “flower”. Now she was twenty-two years old and had never been touched. Except by Justin.
She recoiled in revulsion, thinking about every time he had done something to her. Right then, he burst into her tent with a frown on his face.
"What are you doing, Lola?" Justin yelled.
"I'm just getting ready," she said,
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