Jade Crew: Fallen Bear (A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (Ridgeback Bears Book 7) by Amelia Jade
Authors: Amelia Jade
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inside information. Information that might have helped us fight. Unfortunately it didn’t work, but Valen has intervened twice now.”
She nodded, accepting the polite reprimand and acknowledging that perhaps Marcus and Valen were in fact willing to fight alongside them.
Them?
Oh no. No no no. She was absolutely, positively, not going along with the harebrained scheme that had been hatched. Wasn’t she?
Shit.
“I can’t do this right now,” she said, putting her hoodie on and heading for the door. She knew that the two of them had much to talk about as well, but she needed to sort out this sudden revelation first.
Then she could get down to the third and final point of her stress.
Evan himself.
Chapter Eight
Evan
“Fuck,” he said, swearing aloud as she walked out of the room.
He turned back to the rest of them. “We got played,” he said, and launched into a quick version of everything that had happened since he was gone, including the most startling revelation, that Luthor was the First dragon. He had been playing them all from the beginning, listening in on so many important conversations that had happened in the Tongue & Flame, a bar they had thought secure.
“Evan,” Matthew said, holding up his hand to stall his Alpha.
“What?” he asked.
“Go.”
Evan looked at him blankly, not understanding.
“Go get her,” Matthew urged, pointing at the door. “We get the gist of it. You can explain the rest of it to us later. With Victoria.”
His eyes darted toward the door. He desperately wanted to go after her. He had wanted to run after her the moment she left, but he couldn’t. The rest of the crew needed to know what was going on, to be aware of everything. That was a duty he couldn’t shy away from, no matter how badly his soul called out for him to chase after Victoria.
“Call me if something comes up,” he said, darting toward the door.
He ran out in the hallway, calling to his bear, bringing it to the surface so that he could make use of its sense of smell. Approving of the idea of going after her and claiming her for his own, his bear readily helped. Her scent fresh in his mind, he tested the air before immediately taking off for the stairs.
His first thought was that she had gone to her room, but as he entered the stairway he realized she had gone down.
“Fuck,” he said softly, jumping as swiftly from landing to landing as he could, ignoring the stairs.
In moments he was at the bottom, the door almost blowing out under his shoulder as he slammed through it, stumbling into the parking lot. Once again he needed a moment to find her trail, then set off after her.
He realized a few minutes later she was headed toward the eastern edge of town. It was the same way she would have entered the Valley. The apartment complex they were in was already close by. A ten-minute run had him at the edge of the town’s limits as he followed her scent, hoping to catch up with her.
“Damn, she can run,” he muttered, stopping for a moment to catch his breath. Despite the greater endurance of a shifter, he had run almost flat out in an effort to catch her.
Then, all of a sudden, he saw her. It was dark out, but the moonlight showed him the outline of her figure up ahead. She was stopped, looking at something as the road curved to the left, dipping down into a small valley at the same time. In front of her was forest.
“Victoria,” he said softly, not wanting to startle her, though his approach must have been plenty loud enough.
She didn’t respond.
“Victoria,” he repeated, drawing closer.
Her shoulders were shaking. As he came around her, he saw tears glistening in the pale white light as they created streaks down her face.
“Is it this tough for everyone?” she asked, shaking her head, blinking furiously in an effort to chase the tears away.
“Is what this tough?” he asked.
“Life,” she replied with a shaky laugh.
He smiled, stepping close to her, but not touching her
She nodded, accepting the polite reprimand and acknowledging that perhaps Marcus and Valen were in fact willing to fight alongside them.
Them?
Oh no. No no no. She was absolutely, positively, not going along with the harebrained scheme that had been hatched. Wasn’t she?
Shit.
“I can’t do this right now,” she said, putting her hoodie on and heading for the door. She knew that the two of them had much to talk about as well, but she needed to sort out this sudden revelation first.
Then she could get down to the third and final point of her stress.
Evan himself.
Chapter Eight
Evan
“Fuck,” he said, swearing aloud as she walked out of the room.
He turned back to the rest of them. “We got played,” he said, and launched into a quick version of everything that had happened since he was gone, including the most startling revelation, that Luthor was the First dragon. He had been playing them all from the beginning, listening in on so many important conversations that had happened in the Tongue & Flame, a bar they had thought secure.
“Evan,” Matthew said, holding up his hand to stall his Alpha.
“What?” he asked.
“Go.”
Evan looked at him blankly, not understanding.
“Go get her,” Matthew urged, pointing at the door. “We get the gist of it. You can explain the rest of it to us later. With Victoria.”
His eyes darted toward the door. He desperately wanted to go after her. He had wanted to run after her the moment she left, but he couldn’t. The rest of the crew needed to know what was going on, to be aware of everything. That was a duty he couldn’t shy away from, no matter how badly his soul called out for him to chase after Victoria.
“Call me if something comes up,” he said, darting toward the door.
He ran out in the hallway, calling to his bear, bringing it to the surface so that he could make use of its sense of smell. Approving of the idea of going after her and claiming her for his own, his bear readily helped. Her scent fresh in his mind, he tested the air before immediately taking off for the stairs.
His first thought was that she had gone to her room, but as he entered the stairway he realized she had gone down.
“Fuck,” he said softly, jumping as swiftly from landing to landing as he could, ignoring the stairs.
In moments he was at the bottom, the door almost blowing out under his shoulder as he slammed through it, stumbling into the parking lot. Once again he needed a moment to find her trail, then set off after her.
He realized a few minutes later she was headed toward the eastern edge of town. It was the same way she would have entered the Valley. The apartment complex they were in was already close by. A ten-minute run had him at the edge of the town’s limits as he followed her scent, hoping to catch up with her.
“Damn, she can run,” he muttered, stopping for a moment to catch his breath. Despite the greater endurance of a shifter, he had run almost flat out in an effort to catch her.
Then, all of a sudden, he saw her. It was dark out, but the moonlight showed him the outline of her figure up ahead. She was stopped, looking at something as the road curved to the left, dipping down into a small valley at the same time. In front of her was forest.
“Victoria,” he said softly, not wanting to startle her, though his approach must have been plenty loud enough.
She didn’t respond.
“Victoria,” he repeated, drawing closer.
Her shoulders were shaking. As he came around her, he saw tears glistening in the pale white light as they created streaks down her face.
“Is it this tough for everyone?” she asked, shaking her head, blinking furiously in an effort to chase the tears away.
“Is what this tough?” he asked.
“Life,” she replied with a shaky laugh.
He smiled, stepping close to her, but not touching her
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