Bear Fire: Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance (BBW) (Pine Ridge BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance Series Book 4) by Belinda Meyers
Authors: Belinda Meyers
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worry,” Matt said. “I’ve got
this.”
He let his bear burst loose,
erupting out of him and bounding, all muscle and fang and fury, toward Walsh,
who turned to meet him. So did the golems.
Chapter 11
Jackie gasped when Matt’s bear came forth, and she marveled
at the eight hundred pounds of densely packed grizzly muscle charging toward
the enemy. Admiration and love (she knew it, could feel it strongly) swept
through her. Matt was badass . And so
brave, to be taking on Walsh and his constructs all by himself.
Well, maybe not. Jackie knew a few
spells, didn’t she? She could help Matt. It wasn’t like she was some innocent
helpless maiden. Ha, she wasn’t any of those things.
Narrowing her eyes, she lifted a
palm toward the golem bringing its combined fists down on Matt’s furry back, a
blow that might have crushed his spine. “Yavath!” Jackie said, and green ice encased the golem’s arms—just for a moment.
Almost as soon as she had spoken, the ice cracked, damn it all.
It slowed the thing just enough,
though, for Matt to barrel into the creature with a terrific smack! Jackie could hear the noise from
here.
Matt drove the golem back—and back
some more. He was driving toward the cliff that the stream plunged off of. If
he could throw the golem over the edge, the thing would shatter into a million
pieces below, just like the first one had in the mansion’s lobby. The creature
smashed and flailed at him, and blood coursed down Matt’s mighty flanks.
Growling fiercely, Matt slammed the golem even further backward, and back again.
The second golem lurched forward to
pummel Matt from behind.
As Jackie searched for a way to
help, she heard Tannenbaum stirring behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, she
saw him shaking his head and blinking his eyes.
“Thank God,” she said. “T, can you
hear me? We could use your help.”
Tannenbaum blinked again. Something
at the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he reached up—to grab a mushroom.
Then another.
Suddenly excited, Jackie spun to
see bear-Matt battling the two golems.
She began another spell to help
Matt, but Walsh stopped her. He stepped forward and raised his palm. Red energy
gathered on it.
“You brought this on yourself,” he
said.
Before she could raise a defense,
Walsh blasted her with a red bolt. Pain suffused her, and she was only dimly
aware of flying through the air. She landed hard, the breath exploding from her
lungs. When she could think clearly again, she was on the ground, her palms and
lower back ablaze with pain. Beside her Tannenbaum was grinding the mushroom
spores into his bowl.
“Almost there,” he whispered to
Jackie. Sweat dripped down from his eyebrows.
“Give me the ring,” Walsh demanded,
coming closer.
He strode forward, giving Matt,
still battling the two golems, a wide berth but coming near to Jackie.
Jackie groaned and sat up.
“Give it,” Walsh demanded, coming
closer.
“Never,” she said, and spat in his
general direction. Unfortunately, she was weak and the spit landed on one of
her boots. Great. Real tough display
there, Jackie. “Get bent,” she added.
Walsh loomed over her. “Tsk tsk.
You didn’t even put up a sporting defense. Oh well, I suppose I wouldn’t have
wanted you to damage my tux at any rate. I had to stand for half an hour while
my tailor measured me.” He lifted a hand. Crackling red energy gathered in his
palm, and Jackie could feel its heat. Hell. At this range, she had no chance of
surviving such a bolt.
“Fuck you,” Jackie said.
The amusement completely faded from
Walsh’s face. His voice turned sinister and lethal, and she could hear the grim
enjoyment in his voice as he said, “Goodbye.”
The red energy on his palm grew—
“Restora
mavala!” cried Tannenbaum.
Jackie gasped. Something hot
erupted inside her chest. Something burning.
Walsh’s eyes widened. “What? Did
you—how—?”
His mouth tightened. The energy
gathering on his
this.”
He let his bear burst loose,
erupting out of him and bounding, all muscle and fang and fury, toward Walsh,
who turned to meet him. So did the golems.
Chapter 11
Jackie gasped when Matt’s bear came forth, and she marveled
at the eight hundred pounds of densely packed grizzly muscle charging toward
the enemy. Admiration and love (she knew it, could feel it strongly) swept
through her. Matt was badass . And so
brave, to be taking on Walsh and his constructs all by himself.
Well, maybe not. Jackie knew a few
spells, didn’t she? She could help Matt. It wasn’t like she was some innocent
helpless maiden. Ha, she wasn’t any of those things.
Narrowing her eyes, she lifted a
palm toward the golem bringing its combined fists down on Matt’s furry back, a
blow that might have crushed his spine. “Yavath!” Jackie said, and green ice encased the golem’s arms—just for a moment.
Almost as soon as she had spoken, the ice cracked, damn it all.
It slowed the thing just enough,
though, for Matt to barrel into the creature with a terrific smack! Jackie could hear the noise from
here.
Matt drove the golem back—and back
some more. He was driving toward the cliff that the stream plunged off of. If
he could throw the golem over the edge, the thing would shatter into a million
pieces below, just like the first one had in the mansion’s lobby. The creature
smashed and flailed at him, and blood coursed down Matt’s mighty flanks.
Growling fiercely, Matt slammed the golem even further backward, and back again.
The second golem lurched forward to
pummel Matt from behind.
As Jackie searched for a way to
help, she heard Tannenbaum stirring behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, she
saw him shaking his head and blinking his eyes.
“Thank God,” she said. “T, can you
hear me? We could use your help.”
Tannenbaum blinked again. Something
at the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he reached up—to grab a mushroom.
Then another.
Suddenly excited, Jackie spun to
see bear-Matt battling the two golems.
She began another spell to help
Matt, but Walsh stopped her. He stepped forward and raised his palm. Red energy
gathered on it.
“You brought this on yourself,” he
said.
Before she could raise a defense,
Walsh blasted her with a red bolt. Pain suffused her, and she was only dimly
aware of flying through the air. She landed hard, the breath exploding from her
lungs. When she could think clearly again, she was on the ground, her palms and
lower back ablaze with pain. Beside her Tannenbaum was grinding the mushroom
spores into his bowl.
“Almost there,” he whispered to
Jackie. Sweat dripped down from his eyebrows.
“Give me the ring,” Walsh demanded,
coming closer.
He strode forward, giving Matt,
still battling the two golems, a wide berth but coming near to Jackie.
Jackie groaned and sat up.
“Give it,” Walsh demanded, coming
closer.
“Never,” she said, and spat in his
general direction. Unfortunately, she was weak and the spit landed on one of
her boots. Great. Real tough display
there, Jackie. “Get bent,” she added.
Walsh loomed over her. “Tsk tsk.
You didn’t even put up a sporting defense. Oh well, I suppose I wouldn’t have
wanted you to damage my tux at any rate. I had to stand for half an hour while
my tailor measured me.” He lifted a hand. Crackling red energy gathered in his
palm, and Jackie could feel its heat. Hell. At this range, she had no chance of
surviving such a bolt.
“Fuck you,” Jackie said.
The amusement completely faded from
Walsh’s face. His voice turned sinister and lethal, and she could hear the grim
enjoyment in his voice as he said, “Goodbye.”
The red energy on his palm grew—
“Restora
mavala!” cried Tannenbaum.
Jackie gasped. Something hot
erupted inside her chest. Something burning.
Walsh’s eyes widened. “What? Did
you—how—?”
His mouth tightened. The energy
gathering on his
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