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  Grizzly Cove

  Spirit Bear

  by

  Bianca D’Arc

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  Tales of the Were – Grizzly Cove #14

  She never thought she would love again…and then he appeared in her life.

  Rescued alive, but not whole…

  Laura is a white wolf shifter far from home and out of her element. She’s been held prisoner for years by those who would use her power for their evil purposes, but she’s held strong against them and lived to tell the tale. But she’s lost everything in the process—her mate, her baby girl, her zeal for living. Her baby is a grown woman now, and Laura is overjoyed to be reunited with her only child, but questions remain.

  Is he her friend, or warden?

  Tasked by the Alpha of his Clan to watch over Laura’s recovery, Gus feels especially drawn to the injured woman. He is a rare spirit bear shifter who walks the shaman’s path. Considered spooky by most of his friends, Gus finds acceptance and welcome from Laura that he cannot resist. The question bothers him - and his Alpha - was her escape too easy? Has she been delivered into their midst as some kind of living Trojan Horse?

  How can he be her true mate?

  Laura begins to realize that the so-called mate she’d had years ago may not have been her one, true mate. Her attraction to Gus is too strong to be denied and she feels things for him that she never felt with her baby’s father. New feelings are stirring - as is a feeling of danger and inexplicable rage when she sees anybody other than Gus or her daughter. Something is wrong. Very wrong. She will need help to defeat the residual evil left on her by years of captivity. She only hopes Gus and the good people of Grizzly Cove will be up to the task - and that something will be left after the evil is washed away. She’s only just regained her life. She doesn’t want to lose it again…this time, possibly, forever.

  DEDICATION

  To my Dad, who is feeling a bit under the weather as I finalize this book, but will hopefully be back to his fighting form soon. He turns 94 in a few weeks and they just don’t build ‘em like him anymore. It really is true – the WWII generation really was “the greatest generation.” At least, if my dear ol’ Dad is anything to go by!

  Special thanks to Vanessa Ramirez and Marissa Va for being such dedicated supporters and longtime readers. I’m so happy to have gotten to know you both a bit, and I hope you both enjoy this book very much!

  And many thanks to my editor, Jessica Bimberg, and my dear friend, Peggy McChesney, both of whom helped to catch my mistakes and make this book better. Love you gals!

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Other Books by Bianca D’Arc

  PROLOGUE

  Big John had a problem. Since convincing his former Spec Ops unit to settle in one place and start a new town on a wilder part of the Washington coastline, things had gone a bit out of control. The town was coming along nicely, and more people—shifters, mostly—were coming in to settle here, as he’d hoped would happen. But Grizzly Cove was still very much an experiment. A what if?

  Like, what if a group of normally solitary bear shifters all settled in one place and worked together to make a home for themselves? His team had been all over the globe, fighting evil on behalf of Uncle Sam, and they’d enjoyed their time in service, but now, it was time to settle down and start families—if only they could find their mates.

  The band of brothers that had served together was the basis for the town. John had put out the word on the shifter grapevine that female bear shifters were welcome to come to Grizzly Cove and look over the men there—all bear shifters in the core group—and see if maybe one of them was their mate. A few had come, but unexpectedly, even more Others had arrived.

  They’d been checked out by the Master vampire of Seattle—a truly ancient guy named Hiram—who wanted to know what their intentions were. They’d managed to form an alliance that had, so far, served both parties well, and there had been visitations from quite a few Others, as well.

  For instance, John hadn’t counted on the pod of merpeople seeking refuge in the cove waters and in the rapidly expanding town center. He also hadn’t counted on the mages, most notably, the strega sisters, one of whom was now his mate. Their nonna had joined them here, and now there was an actively growing magic circle that got together when needed. John shook his head. For all his strategic planning, he could never have envisioned that.

  Evil had come to call, too. First, the leviathan and its ugly minions had menaced them from the water. The mages had been key in pushing that monster back into the deep, but it was still out there, just waiting for someone to be foolish enough to go out past the new protections, into the open waters of the ocean. It fed on magical energy, and apparently, the concentration of highly-magical bear shifters in the town had attracted it.

  Then, agents of the Venifucus—an ancient order dedicated to world domination through their banished leader, Elspeth, known as the Destroyer of Worlds—had repeatedly tried to infiltrate the town. John’s mate, Urse, had used her truly awesome magic to put up permanent wards around the town that would not allow evil to pass through. That stopped the threats from entering the territory, but just in the past few weeks, two separate women had been chased all the way to Grizzly Cove, and massive showdowns had happened just at the border.

  So much for keeping a low profile.

  And now, one of the recent arrivals had brought a new sort of magical threat into town. Imprisoned by several different Venifucus mages for decades, Laura Stanhope was finally free. She seemed nice enough, and she was the long-lost mother of Marilee, the woman who’d been chased into town and found a bear shifter mate all her own, but John still wasn’t entirely sure Laura could be trusted.

  Oh, he didn’t think Laura would consciously try to harm anyone in Grizzly Cove, but she’d been held against her will for so very long. By mages. Who knew what they’d done to her? She could be some kind of sleeper agent, or a Trojan horse designed to penetrate the ward and then wreak havoc from inside the town. John wasn’t sure, and he didn’t like not having enough data to make a plan.

  Which was why he had cornered one of his most trusted men and former soldiers, Gus.

  “I want you to ke
ep an eye on Laura,” John said without preamble. It wasn’t his way to prevaricate.

  “You don’t seriously think she could give us any trouble?” Gus was a shaman and, perhaps, a bit too trusting at times because of his spiritual path, but he was a trustworthy soul, and John knew he was the right man for this job.

  “The Trojans had a horse. Al-Qaeda used sleeper cells. She made it past the ward, but that could be because she, herself, is okay. But she was held prisoner for a long time. Who knows what was done to her?” John frowned. He hated thinking about the treatment that poor woman had received at the hands of their enemies, but he had to think of the rest of his people, as well. “Just keep an eye out. That’s all. I’m not saying she’s a plant, but I have to think about the big picture.”

  Gus was frowning too. “I see what you mean, but I don’t like it.”

  “I don’t like it either, but it’s my job to consider all possibilities, and right now, Laura is a big question mark in my mind,” John admitted. “I need more data, and I don’t want to do it the old-fashioned way by interrogating the poor woman. She’s been through enough. We have to be more subtle.”

  “So, you want me to spy on her.” It wasn’t a question, but John knew Gus understood how vital it was to keep their brothers-in-arms and the women and Others who had come here to live among them safe.

  Protecting others was at the very core of their beings. None of the original group would countenance a threat to the peace and stability of the town. It was just beyond imagining.

  “Observe and report any problems, yes,” John confirmed.

  “Why me?” Gus asked, then went on to answer his own question. “I suppose it’s because of my magical background and chosen path as a shaman.”

  “That, and you seem to have developed a friendship with the lady. I thought it would be easier on her to have someone she knows, and appears to like, checking on her than one of the other guys,” John admitted.

  Gus shook his head. “If she finds out I’m a spy, she’s going to be more hurt because we’re friends. Did you think of that?”

  John regarded Gus steadily. “So, don’t let her find out. You used to be good at subterfuge before you went all squirrely on us.”

  “You mean before I found my calling?” Gus shook his head. “John, sometimes it takes a while on the wrong side of things to show you what’s really important. I was, perhaps, too good at lying to get what I wanted in the old days. I’ve changed my ways, for the better.”

  “Less convenient to me,” John stated baldly. “Especially right now, in this situation. And you never lied to any of us on the team. You only prevaricated when it was for the good of our missions. You weren’t a liar. You were an operative. There’s a difference.”

  “Semantics, boss,” Gus disagreed, but without heat.

  John knew Gus’s conscience had come out in a big way since he’d started training as a shaman soon after they’d all retired. He’d achieved a lot in a comparatively short time and had been granted leave by his teachers in other parts of the country to come back and work among his Clan, following his chosen path. Gus also ministered to the nearby Native American population, helping the local tribe when they needed a hand.

  John admired Gus’s vocation, even though it was proving to be a little inconvenient at the moment. Still, he knew he could count on Gus to act for the good of everyone in Grizzly Cove. He wouldn’t let them down. He just had to work his way around to accepting the mission. John watched patiently. He knew Gus was thinking over all the angles and would soon come to the undeniably correct conclusion.

  “Well, think about it, and let me know what you decide,” John said after a moment.

  He couldn’t order Gus to do anything. They weren’t in the military anymore, and even back then, unless it was a battlefield situation where his men had to follow orders without question, he usually had to coax them into his way of thinking about an op beforehand. They were bear shifters, after all. Independent thinkers. Three hundred pounds of animal instinct with razor sharp claws and lightning reflexes. Solitary, usually.

  Having them all together in one unit of operatives had taken some getting used to, but once they’d accepted John as Alpha—though that meant something a little different to bears than it did to Pack animals, like wolves—they’d become one of the best units Uncle Sam’s military had ever produced. Phenomenal success rate. Near-perfect record. A well-oiled machine.

  They were finding success as civilians, as well. The crazy plan to camouflage their new town as an artists’ colony had been thought insane at first, but was actually working quite well. They’d set the place up as a closed community, where anybody who wanted to live in the town had to apply for acceptance. The town council was made up of the members of the old unit, and they examined every application of those who wanted to move here and start businesses or actually be artists.

  So far, they’d accepted three human sisters who had opened a fantastic bakery, two other sisters who had opened a book shop and had turned out to be witches. All five of those ladies had mated with one of the original group of single bear shifters and made them the happiest of men. John counted that a success, all the way around. His men were finding their true mates and were able to settle down and make a home. There were other matings—most recently a werewolf and a new bear that they’d welcomed into town—Marilee and King. It was Marilee’s mother who was the current problem and potential security threat.

  Gus was still single. He’d already befriended Laura, Marilee’s mother. He was the perfect person to keep an eye on things with as little fuss as possible. He’d come around sooner or later and realize what he had to do. John made to leave, but Gus’s words stopped him.

  “What if she is a threat? Do we just eliminate her?” Gus’s tone was both angry and bleak.

  John shook his head. “That would be the easiest way, of course.” John didn’t lie to his people, and he wasn’t about to start now. “But, she’s Marilee’s mother. Laura has been through hell, and she has important intel on all those Venifucus mages and hangers-on who tortured and imprisoned her for all those years. We need to know what she can tell us, and personally, I want to be able to clear her so that Marilee can finally have her mother back. The biggest problem is knowing whether or not she is a real threat to the town.” John sighed. “Eliminating her would be the last resort. I want to see her live a full and happy life, if at all possible.”

  Gus held his gaze for a long moment, then nodded. “Good. I want that too.”

  CHAPTER ONE

  Laura was enjoying getting to know her only child, her daughter, Marilee. Laura had been forced to give up her baby while running from evil Venifucus agents who, eventually, had caught her and imprisoned her for over twenty years. She’d managed to place little Lee Lee, as she called Marilee back then, with what she thought was a strong werewolf Pack in the wilds of the Canadian Rockies, but she had come to learn that, while the Pack and it’s Alpha, Tobias, had protected Marilee, they hadn’t really welcomed her.

  Marilee had grown up as an outsider. Some of that was to be expected, of course. Marilee and her mother were white Arctic wolves, and the Canadian wolves had been timber wolves of mostly gray and brown. In addition, Laura and her daughter were touched by a great deal of magic. More magic than the average werewolf.

  Laura had an ancestor who had been born of the fey realm. More than that, Laura had mated with a human mage, so Marilee had a legacy of even more magic than Laura herself had ever had. Magic on both sides. Some of this mortal realm, and some from…elsewhere. Add that to the sparkly white fur, and Marilee had been born to stand out.

  The timber wolves of Tobias’s Pack hadn’t liked that. They’d hidden themselves away up north, in a remote mountain valley that wasn’t easy to find. They had chosen to hide rather than deal with the trouble they all sensed was coming. That Tobias had agreed to take on Marilee at all was remarkable, in retrospect, but perhaps, he did have a heart, after all. He might have been a
good Alpha at one time, but that appeared to no longer be the case.

  If Tobias had been the kind of man—the kind of leader—Laura had thought he was, her daughter would not have been so marginalized under his leadership. She wouldn’t now be such a timid little thing, though she was definitely starting to come out of her shell since mating with King. He had a strong, dominant personality, but he used his strength to bolster Marilee’s sometimes shaky confidence in herself. He never tried to dominate Marilee in a bad way. He gave her room to grow, and Laura couldn’t be happier with the way things had turned out for them both.

  As for her own plight, Laura just wasn’t certain about anything, anymore. She was free for the first time in decades, which was magnificent, but it had been so long since she had been free to do as she wished with her life, she really didn’t know where to start. The people of Grizzly Cove had been wonderfully supportive. They’d given her time, and breathing space, to try to figure out what she was going to do, but she knew, sooner or later, she would have to find some way to support herself. She had no money. No identification, even. She was essentially a non-person in the eyes of human law. She’d been out of circulation for a very long time.

  Even if she wanted to leave Grizzly Cove, she no longer had the kind of paperwork people generally did in this, the information age. Big John, the Alpha of the bear Clan that had started the town, had asked one of his people to gather some preliminary documentation for her, only to find that she had been declared legally deceased long ago. Her home Pack had disappeared, though they had always lived in a remote area that was sparsely inhabited, and seldom traveled. They were probably all right, just keeping a low profile.

  But it was very inconvenient for Laura. She had no documentation. No birth certificate or legal standing. In the eyes of the human world and their laws, she didn’t exist.