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make my bear want to chase.”
    Karen eyed Brad, nodded, and put her tattered clothes on and slipped her boots on. She maneuvered her body out of the corner and waved her hand. “Okay, show me.” She slowly backed away from him as lights started to shine around him, and he grew in height and his hair turned white.
    Speechless seconds later, she stared at a fucking polar bear. Swallowing several times, Karen found her voice and muttered, “Holy shit,” before she screamed, turned, and ran.
    Karen had no idea where to run to; she just knew she had to get away. Leaving the bedroom, she ran out of the house and headed toward what she hoped was the direction of the hotel. Bear growls followed behind her, and she yelled, “Help! Help! Please!”
    Karen told herself not to look back, but as she heard the bear huffing and panting, she glanced behind and tripped and fell. Knowing the massive polar bear was close, she didn’t let the pain of the fall stop her, instead, she started crawling away.
    A pair of white joggers and grey tracksuit pant came into view, then arms came around her waist and picked her up, and the woodsy smell clouded around her again. “You’re not running, well, crawling away from us?"
    Karen gazed up at Duncan. “P…pp…polar bbb…bear.”
    Duncan shook his head and looked behind her. “You couldn’t wait until I got back to explain to her?”
    Karen didn’t need to turn. She knew whom Duncan was talking to. “I need to go. I need to get away. He’s a…he said you’re a… Oh, God, polar bears. Put me down. I need to leave. You can keep the money. I won’t tell anyone. I promise. No one would believe me anyway. Please let me go.”
    She‘d lost her mind. She just wanted to go home and be safe. Karen’s whole world had just changed. She had learned that shifters existed, and they weren’t the fictional characters she’d always assumed they were. Now that she knew, would they kill her? Would they let her go? Would they keep her prisoner to protect their secret?
    “What are you going to do with me?’”
    Duncan’s lips brushed hers, and she flinched. He frowned and shot a glare at the bear behind her. “We are going to keep you. You’re ours.”
    Karen tried to take deep breaths of air as he started to walk back in the direction she’d just run from. Crap, they were going to keep her; she was theirs. Did that mean theirs to eat, to kill, to hold hostage and do terrible things to?
    “Are you going to kill me? Or are you going to turn me into one of you?” Then she remembered they’d bit her last night, both of them had. “You bit me last night.”
    Duncan’s eyes narrowed, and his lips turned down. “We would never hurt you or harm you. You’re our mate. The other half of our soul. The only woman who can give us cubs.” He walked through the front door that was still wide open and placed her down near the sofa.
    “What the hell do you mean ‘cubs’? I can’t have cubs. I’m human,” she screeched.
    Karen pushed on his chest and got out of his arms, turning in time to watch Brad slowly become a man again. She rubbed her eyes and went over what she’d seen and still couldn’t believe it.
    “Talk. One of you needs to talk now, or I swear I’m leaving, and you better bloody well let me go,” Karen snarled at both men, hoping false bravado would work.
    Duncan scrubbed his hand over his face. “You are our mate. The other half of our souls. I’m sorry for rushing into claiming you. This is not how we wanted it to go. We always thought we would woo our mate. We are Peacekeepers. We keep the peace between supernaturals. To do this, everything about us is stronger and better. We live longer, we heal even faster than other paranormal beings, we hear better and so on, you get the idea. The one thing this doesn’t work well with is when Peacekeepers find their mates. We can’t control the passion and the overwhelming need to claim, it takes over. Pheromones help our mate