Forbidden Love: A BBW, BWWM Paranormal Romance by Mary T Williams

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find the missing one and send Alex and Alice for the one across the
camp,” Riley commented.
    “ They’re both injured,” Shara pointed
out. “Should they be paired?”
    “ I’m fine,” Alice said, a deadly look
in her eye. She wouldn’t remain in the tent. She wanted the
blood of the men who had killed her mother.
    “ Me too. We’ll handle it,” Alex said,
grasping Alice’s hand tightly in his.
    “ You two take the one to the left then,” he
said to the two werewolves, who nodded gleefully. “Let’s
do it then,” Riley said. He and John shifted, and Shara lifted
the back of the tent for them. She and the werebear shifted as well,
and Alice lifted it for them.
    The two werewolves left next. Alice shifted and left the
tent quietly, with Alex right behind her. For such large animals,
they moved surprisingly silently around the camp. The guns had ceased
fire as all the weres had managed to hide themselves. Alice glanced
at the middle of the camp and silently gasped. Three bears and two
wolves were lying on the ground, either dead or grievously injured
and unmoving. She prayed to the gods that someone had pulled Susan to
safety. She couldn’t see her anywhere.
    To their left, they heard the guttural sound of a man
dying and the undeniable growl of a werewolf silencing the noise.
Shara and the werebear had found their man and dispatched of him
quickly. One down, three to go.
    Alice watched for movement in the trees around them,
Alex looking ahead for any sign of the poacher. The fourth was still
hiding, but quickly Alex spotted a large bald man skulking behind a
bush, peeking through it for signs of life. He motioned to Alice, who
saw the man immediately. She looked at Alex, who motioned with his
paw to go around behind him. He knew she wanted the kill, and he
would let her have it.
    As she circled around behind her man, she heard another
man scream somewhere to their right again. Apparently the one who had
been on the left had changed positions, but the werewolf pair had
taken him out of the equation. Two down, two
to go , she thought, staring murderously at
the poacher whose back was now to her.
    *****
    Jason
jerked when he heard the scream. Dammit, he thought. They got one of the guys, Mike it
sounded like. Jason couldn’t see Bud
anywhere, and hadn’t been able to for a while. He wondered
about his pal, Corbin, too. He’d been invisible for a time.
He’d heard a strange sound earlier, almost like a choking, and
hoped he wasn’t the only one left.
    His
worst fear was proven by the scream. The weres had turned and
retaliated against them. At least one of his friends was dead, and
the other two were who knows where. Jason decided it was time to run.
As silently as he could, he lifted himself from the crouch he’d
been in and turned.
    Alice
stared at him, her head cocked to one side. Their eyes locked, and
Jason could see the intelligence in the eyes, and the knowledge of
his death. He swung his rifle up to shoot at her, but a werewolf he
hadn’t seen move behind him knocked it out of his grasp. He
looked from the werebear to the werewolf, and said goodbye to the
world.
    *****
    John
and Riley tracked the fourth shooter. They’d heard the death
throes of three of the men, so only one was left. He’d hidden
his tracks well, like a person who knew he’d be tracked.
However, John and Riley both possessed a sense of smell unrivaled by
any other species in the world. They looked at each other in
confusion. The smell of this poacher led them back to the camp.
    They
turned quickly and retreated to the camp, eyes open. They could smell
nothing here; the scent of fresh blood from the injured and dead was
overpowering. Riley looked at John and snorted. John looked at him,
and Riley lifted his head to indicate a tent. John lifted his muzzle
and smelled the air; the distinct odor of human drifted up his
nostrils, making him sneeze. Riley grinned a bear grin and John
returned his wolf one.
    They
silently