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  TAKEN BY THE WEREBEAR PACK

  (WEREBEAR SHIFTER MENAGE FMMM STEAMY ROMANCE)

  By Nikki Wild

  Copyright 2015 Nikki Wild

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  TAKEN BY THE WEREBEAR PACK

  (WEREBEAR SHIFTER MENAGE FMMM EROTIC ROMANCE)

  Wildlife biologist Annette Dawkins is hot on the trail of an elusive band of grizzly bears. This group of four bears are acting completely out of character, banding together to form a hunting party that is worrying the northern villages. It's up to Annie to find out what is causing this bizarre behavior and hopefully put an end to it.

  But when Annie gets to close to the ferocious beasts, their secrets are finally revealed. The savage beasts are actually werebear shifters, and their raids have been in an attempt to find food for the winter...and mates to breed with. Annie finds herself right in the middle of four werebears with only one thing in mind...satisfying their primal desires with the shy scientist's curvy body!

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  TAKEN BY THE WEREBEAR PACK

  "Bears? Hunting in packs? Are you sure?"

  The ranger on the other end of the line gave a sharp exhale. "Never seen anything like it, Annie. I'll tell you, the townsfolk are getting real nervous up here. Could you come check it out?"

  "Of course, Harry," I smiled into the phone. The grizzled old ranger had never been one to make things up, but bears hunting in packs was just too far fetched to be true. The old man was nearing retirement, I would just indulge him this once. "I can be up on the next supply plane."

  "Thanks Annie, you be careful out there. I ain't lying when I say, I ain't never seen anything like it."

  "Mmmhmm, thanks for the information, Harry. See you soon." I set the phone down and chuckled. "A pack of bears, honestly." Bears were solitary creatures; most you'd ever see together would be a mother bear with her cubs. Perhaps that's what Harry had seen, though it was definitely out of breeding season. Perhaps it had been another animal, wolves that he had mistook for bears? An experienced ranger like Harry wasn't likely to make that kind of amateur mistake, but then again, he was getting older.

  However, if he was right....I tapped my pen thoughtfully against the pad of paper where I had taken notes. Bears exhibiting pack behavior would be an evolutionary jump, one I couldn't risk missing out on seeing personally.

  I picked up the phone to schedule myself as a passenger on the next supply plane up north.

  *****

  The vast, empty spaces of the frontier never failed to get my heart racing, especially when seen up above. There was just so much...land...so many places that had never seen human intrusion. If there really was a super-evolved species of bear on the loose, this would be where they would come from.

  The plane landed on the short runway, bumping unceremoniously down in a few stomach lurching jerks. I grabbed my pack and jumped down from the door, the fierce wind smacking me full in the face and whipping my auburn hair around into a wild, tangled mess.

  "Annette Dawkins?" the junior ranger on the tarmac shouted over the whine of the plane's engines. I was the only cargo delivered to Fort Gallum today. The plane took off over our heads as the ranger led me to the waiting Land Rover.

  "So have you seen these strange bears too?" I asked the baby-faced ranger as soon as we were in the quiet of the Rover.

  He shook his head, his face ashen. "Haven't seen 'em myself, but I've seen what they can do to a herd of caribou. I ain't one to get all starry-eyed about nature, but the way they can take down a full grown male like that? I tell you, it ain't natural."

  I shivered. Bears were usually more inclined to scavenge, preferring the easy routes to food like fishing and gorging on berries. Bears stalking and hunting a full grown male caribou and taking it down? The ranger was right, that was unnatural.

  We drove in silence to the ranger camp. Dark, forbidding mountains rose all around us, and the wind had scoured the landscape down to nothing more than bare rock and twisted, stunted trees. It amazed me that anything could live up here, much less four huge, hungry bears.

  The ranger station was to be my home base for the duration of my study. I was touched to see that the men had walled off a private bunk area just for me, even going so far as to set up a little table topped with a chipped mug holding some scrubby wildflowers. I knew that Harry had orchestrated it somehow, and I smiled at the image of the white-haired ranger painstakingly hunting down the few flowering plants in this inhospitable landscape.

  "Thanks for coming up so quickly, Dr.," the baby-faced young ranger was standing at the door, jingling a set of keys. "Your vehicle is gassed up and ready."

  "Thank you...er...I didn't get your name." I had been so preoccupied with my impending field research that I had forgotten social niceties. That was about right.

  "Jenkins, ma'am. Tommy Jenkins." He tipped his Smokey the Bear hat so chivalrously that I smiled again, this time more widely. Men in the north always reacted this way when a female was present. Someday, maybe in my retirement, I would make a formal study of it.

  The green painted Jeep had the seal of the National Parks Service. It started up on the first try, making me smile again to think of Tommy out here in the whipping wind, warming the engine block.

  From the reports I had received before flying up here, the bears were ranging in an area north of the river. The only crossing was at Jervis Point, about seven miles over rocky terrain.

  I bumped along the rushing river, watching the shoreline carefully for signs of the bears.

  A series of footprints along the muddy wash was my first clue, but a strange one. I pulled closer, parking the Jeep on an exposed bit of rock and stepping out into the windswept tundra.

  The muddy wash was slick and the river was high. I picked my way carefully down the slope, mindful not to disturb the prints.

  I fixed the lens of my camera on the intertwined prints, adjusting my light to take in the huge footpad and deep claw marks.

  Then I exhaled slowly, lowering it down and furrowing my brow. There, amidst the bear prints, was the distinct impression of a human foot.

  I approached it slowly, pursing my lips in concentration. Perhaps the footprint had been there first? But then I spied another print, and that made me stop in my tracks.

  The distinct curve of a human heel, spreading out wide into the unmistakable pad of a huge bear-paw, tipped with four claw marks dug into the mud. I photographed it several times, my confusion growing. I had never seen a print like this in my life. It looked like it might belong
to a new species, perhaps? But then again, it was composed of two distinct parts; a human heel tipped with bear claws.

  Like a human had turned into a bear as he stepped forward.

  Shaking my head, I snapped more pictures of the prints. They were in a jumble, but I could carefully parse out the four different sets. From the angle and the depth of the impressions, I could see that they were all here at the same time, mingling together, almost like they were just...hanging out here at the edge of the river. There was no sign of hunting behavior.

  And there was that human footprint right in the middle of it to confuse it all.

  I followed the tracks with a renewed sense of excitement, my heart pounding in the thrill of discovery. If this was indeed a new species of bear, up to now undiscovered, I was on the cusp of making one of the biggest scientific discoveries of the century. A large mammal discovery like this was a rare thing in the days of satellite imagery and GPS tracking. Tracking them on foot, using only my keen scientific mind and my knowledge of the terrain was even more of an accomplishment.

  I dashed forward as the trail led me along the river and up into the foothills of the wild mountains that rose above the tiny village of Fort Jervis. The buildings were nestled snug in a hollow at other side. From the looks of the trail, that was exactly where the bears were heading.

  A broken branch here, a claw mark there. All fresh indicators of bear activity. I couldn't be far off now. My excitement grew, the strangeness of this assignment thrilling me, my mind whirling with the possibilities.

  In the sky above, I saw three wheeling, circling scavenger birds. There had to be a recent kill nearby. I stopped, letting the wind whip my hair around, testing its direction. The birds would be downwind of the scent of the fallen prey. Turning slowing, I squinted into the glaring sun.

  Far off ahead of me, I spied four black shapes. Like moving rocks or living boulders, they moved in a strange dance around the downed caribou.

  The bears. I had found them.

  I watched their strange movements. There was none of the usual jockeying and snarling that came when solitary bears happened upon fresh meat. These massive animals looked for all the world like they were...sharing. There was a coordination in their movements that I had never seen before in bears. I raised my camera and snapped a few pictures from afar, and then I began my slow advance upon them.

  Keeping myself scrupulously downwind of them, I maneuvered closer and closer, my belly scraping across the ground. There wasn't much cover for me; just a few scrubby bushes and the occasional boulder. The bears seemed intent on their meal, unaware of how close I was getting. My pulse beat loudly in my ears, so loudly that I feared they had to hear it. Ducking behind a large rock, I peered at them, now only about a hundred yards away.

  What I saw took my breath away. I had been studying bears my entire career, and I had never seen specimens such as these. All four of them were massive, much larger than the usual black bears, larger even than grizzlies. They almost resembled grizzlies but for the coal-black coats so glossy in the weak sunshine of the tundra. Not only were they massive, but they were powerful too. I could hear the crunch of bone in their powerful jaws, see the muscles rippling underneath the glossy coats. But the strangest thing of all were their eyes. Black bears have black eyes as a rule, but these bears had strange amber eyes, glowing like topaz and brimming with unearthly intelligence. I set my camera down carefully on a rock and crawled forward, mesmerized.

  They were a new species for sure. I had discovered something completely new and incredible. The thrill of my find was making me reckless. I needed to get closer, I needed to watch them, to be near them, to touch them....

  All at once the wind gusted from behind me, sending my hair whipping in front of my face. I shoved it out of my way impatiently, annoyed to lose sight of the bears for one instant.

  Too late did I realize what it meant. The wind had shifted and now the bears had my scent.

  One by one, they lifted their great, shaggy heads from the kill. I wiggled down as flat to the ground as I could, clamping my lips tightly to keep the whimper of fear from bubbling out of my lips. One bear, the largest and most powerful looking of the four, raised himself up onto his hind legs, peering in my direction. I prayed that he had the typical weak eyesight.

  There was a noise like wind even though the air was still, a whooshing vibration that I could feel through ground. Terrified, I lifted my palms from the ground. Was it an earthquake?

  The standing bear began to...move. No, that wasn't correct, because he was standing stock still. It was his form that was moving, wavering, like a mirage. He became fuzzy and indistinct. I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to get his shape to resolve in front of my eyes, but everything about him was blurred. His features swirled together, rippling and flowing, his form contorting and shimmering, seeming to both stretch and diminish at the same time. The hairs on my arms stood on end, shivers of fear sent shockwaves up my spine.

  The bear was changing.

  Shifting.

  The form of the bear collapsed downward and a man stepped forward. Naked and barefoot, his long, dark hair tumbling to his shoulders. He scanned the tundra with keen eyes and then called out in a rough, rasping growl. "I see you there. Stand up. Stop cowering in the dirt."

  Every instinct in my body told me to run. But there was an authority in his voice more powerful that my terror. I was compelled to do what he said.

  Slowly, I stood up, brushing the dirt from my front.

  "What are you doing, spying on us like this?" the man demanded.

  "Um, I..."

  "Speak up," he rumbled, beckoning me to step closer. I felt my body move to him even as my mind screamed at me to stop. I walked across the wind-blasted tundra, drawn closer and closer to him. And the closer I got, the warmer I felt. It was like he created his own little bubble of weather. The nearer I got, the less I shivered. Liquid warmth began flowing through my veins and I felt myself relax in spite of the incredible danger I was in.

  I looked at the three bears still watching me. "Are you all men?" I asked boldly.

  My answer came in the sound of wind in my ears. This time I watched the shifting with the clinical eye of a scientist, taking note of how the human skin seemed to fold over the bear's body, encapsulating it inside. It seemed torturous to have to stuff such an outsized form down inside a smaller body, but then again these men were all giants to begin with. One by one they all stood on two legs, towering over me, amber eyes blazing.

  "Why are you following us?" the first man demanded.

  "Because...," I tried to find polite words to explain my actions. Somehow I didn't think this proud, almost arrogant looking man would appreciate my real reasons.

  "Because you are a revelation," I answered finally. "There is nothing else in the world like you."

  That must have been the correct thing to say because their hostile stance seemed to relax. The first man smiled, and when he did, I felt myself gasp.

  His face lit up like a bolt out of the blue. Amber eyes livened his sharply chiseled face. His full lips curved into a beautiful smile, showing rows of perfect, pearly white teeth. He raised his hand, beckoning me towards him.

  "It has been so long since we were able to share our humanity with anyone," he murmured as I stepped closer. "I am Ash."

  "Annie," I mumbled. Being this close to him was doing strange things to my body. I was steadfastedly ignoring his nakedness, in my mind anyway. But my body was responding to it in a traitorous was, insisting on raking my eyes up and down the sculpted perfection of his torso and lingering on the swinging perfection between his legs.

  "You are a brave woman, Annie," he said, fixing me with those amber eyes. "May I introduce my clan?" he swung his arms out to the three other men, each of them as naked and imposing as he was. "I am Ash, the alpha. My beta Daron, omega Keir and our newest member, Hart."

  Hart stepped to my side, his hand extended. "They only found me a few weeks ago. It was a str
uggle being without my own kind."

  "I can imagine," I said blankly, though I clearly couldn't. But I couldn't think of anything else to say when his warm hand enveloped mine. He smiled down at me, and I could see that out of the four of them, he retained the most of his humanity. Light humor played across his face and his eyes darted with excitement.

  "Are you...recruiting, or something?" I couldn't think of a better word, but once again, Ash seemed to get my meaning immediately.

  "Precisely," he rumbled, stepping closer. I could smell the scent of him swirling all around my head. The heat of his skin enveloped me in a bubble, the air around me feeling softer somehow. He reached down to my other hand and ran his finger lightly over my knuckles. "We have been solo for too long, living in the shadows and hiding from the world. My plan is to find them, all of them, and work together towards a common goal."