Mountain Bear
Scarlett Grove
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Mountain Bear
Timber Bear Ranch
Scarlett Grove
Copyright © 2017 by Scarlett Grove
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
About the Author
Also by Scarlett Grove
Chapter 1
Cyrus Kincaid took a deep breath of fresh morning air, filling his lungs to capacity. He exhaled with a low growl and stretched his arms. Across the clearing, the mist clung to the trees where his log cabin rested below the peaks of Fate Mountain.
He scratched his bare bottom before lunging off the porch, shifting into his grizzly before his paws hit the ground. He ran, slicing through the forest with a primal intensity.
The line between grizzly and man had become thin in his years of solitude. He’d honed his shift into a fluid machine, his human and grizzly bodies primed for action at any given moment.
He came to a stop at the edge of the forest, where the mountain dropped away over a rocky ledge. He roared into the expanse, his echo reverberating back at him from three sides. He grinned, his grizzly teeth bared.
His human and animal minds were in such finely tuned accord that it was hard to tell where one started and where the other ended anymore. He’d come to know the animals of the forest. Black bears, mountain lions, and foxes had become his companions.
He shifted in the morning air, standing once again in his human form, tanned and toned from years of hard survival. Scars crossed his legs, back and arms, displaying the wounds of his past, some from the forest, some from the human war he’d fought.
Cyrus’s long beard and hair wafted in the chill breeze, the fall air blowing down the mountain. He inhaled a breath and took his fighting stance, focusing his attention at his core.
He’d been a master of martial arts since the war, and his time on the mountain had only honed his skill to furious intensity. In the mornings, he practiced the gentle art of tai chi. He moved in fluid motions, filling his body with vitality.
The view over the cliff and the mountains rolling out beyond filled his vision. He drank in the tranquility of this place, so far from the frantic pace of the human world. Only the wilderness could provide the constant edge of survival he craved.
He’d known for a long time that this was where he belonged, naked in the chill air of early autumn, running through his martial arts stances.
Cyrus closed his eyes, going deeper into the meditative movements. His shifter senses and animal instinct took him deep into the stillness of his mind. When he was deep in that place inside, he could feel the heartbeat of the forest.
Each squirrel in a tree, each rabbit in its den. He could sense the unfurling tendrils of ivy vines. He smelled the scent of the earth decomposing and the falling leaves of the deciduous trees.
He moved in a slow circle, his arms and legs in fluid, practiced motions. With a deep breath in and out, he cleared his vision, bringing up a three-dimensional grid of the world before him.
Cyrus tried to focus on details, but the grid dissipated. He growled and gritted his teeth, shifting out of his last tai chi position and into his grizzly form in a fraction of a second.
He rumbled through the forest, trying to bring the grid back up inside his animal mind. The grizzly’s instinct gave him an advantage over the man. He’d been working on transitioning his grizzly’s senses to his human mind for several years now. Each attempt brought him closer to control, but he still lacked the ability to focus on details.
Cyrus rumbled through the forest, tasting the scent of the trees and the ground, the smell of the small creatures around him and the growing warmth of dawn.
When he made it back to his cabin, he shifted in one fluid movement, jumping up onto the porch of his cabin. He walked inside. He threw a light leather duster around his shoulders, binding it at the waist. He poked the flames in his fireplace and threw a few more logs onto the fire.
Cyrus poured fresh water into his pot and waited for it to boil before he poured it over his tea. He’d been living alone on Fate Mountain for seven years now and he was surer each day that the choice to take to the mountain was the right one.
As he sipped his tea and ate his morning meal of rabbit and wild onions, he thought of the things he was missing in the world of men. Not much by his estimation, but there was still something that weighed heavily on his heart.
For all his self-assuredness, Cyrus felt lonely. It wasn’t a general kind of loneliness; the kind that made people go out to find friends to talk to. It was something else entirely. What he lacked was a mate. A special someone who he could connect to completely.
Cyrus was a man who respected nature and the natural order of things. He needed a mate to make him whole; without her, he wasn’t the man he was intended by nature to be.
Living up here on Fate Mountain alone, he didn’t have much of a chance to meet his fated mate. He’d signed up for that dating website that all the other shifters couldn’t stop talking about last year when he’d gone down the mountain to sell pelts, mushrooms, and carved antlers. His brother Jessie had helped him sign up for Mate.com.
His mate had not been in the system at that time and all Cyrus could do was return to the mountain alone. As far as he knew, she still was nowhere to be found.
Some shifters never found their mates. But that didn’t keep the whole lot of shifters he knew from never giving up on the dream. Even Cyrus, a grumpy bear who liked nothing more than to be left alone, believed in the promise of happily ever after.
He couldn’t help it. He’d grown up on Fate Mountain with his shifter parents. They’d loved each other so much; his mother’s death had sent his stepdad into a tailspin. For all Hank Kincaid’s flaws, Cyrus couldn’t fault him for his devotion to his wife.
Cyrus shoved a bite of succulent rabbit meat into his mouth and chewed. Thinking of the past always put him in a dark mood. Living on the mountain had a way of keeping him focused on the here and now, which was all that mattered in Cyrus’s opinion.
The past and the future were all in the imagination. That’s what he’d learned from his years of solitude and silence on the mountain. However, that knowledge hadn’t made him want to go back to civilization any more.
When he was done with his meal, he cleaned up his plate and pulled on the rest of his clothing. Leather pants made from buckskin. A linen shift he’d made from raw fabric he’d bought in town. And his buckskin duster.
He hadn’t looked in a mirror in ages, but he knew that if anyone saw him, they’d see the image of a mountain man. Or a vagabond, depending on who it was. He’d let his hair and beard grow long and wild. He washed it with deer fat soap made with lye
from the ashes. When he bothered to wash at all.
Several years ago, he’d hauled a large aluminum tub up the mountain for that purpose. It made a good tub for the few times a year when he took a warm bath.
He’d had a warm bath a few months ago and wasn’t due for another until winter. The rest of the time he jumped in a cold stream and rinsed the dirt and grime from his hair and skin. That was enough for him. His clean living took care of the rest.
There were definitely advantages to living in the woods, away from humans. One of them was only bathing when he felt like it. The other was not having to have stupid conversations.
In the last year, Cyrus could count on one hand how many times he’d spoken to another person. Most of those times had been when he went down the mountain to work with his brother Jessie.
Jessie sold Cyrus’s wares on the internet, which helped Cyrus buy the few supplies he needed to keep going on the mountain. New knives, needles, books, flint. Sometimes he bought things like rice or seeds to plant food he could grow in the short growing season at this elevation on Fate Mountain.
Cyrus’s garden was winding down now. He’d harvested his garlic and onions. There were a few squashes still holding on as the weather turned from summer to autumn.
He’d have to go down the mountain again soon for his winter supplies. Something he never looked forward to. As he washed his dishes and put them away, he thought of the dating site he’d signed up for last year. Maybe he’d finally find someone. That perfect someone.
He’d bring her back to the mountain, and they’d live together in his cabin, fulfilling his mission as a solitary bear who’d rejected society. A lot of women wouldn’t understand why he’d done it. But his fated mate would get it. He just knew she would.
After the war, Cyrus had been done with the world. He simply didn’t want to participate anymore. The war had taken something from him that he’d never be able to get back. He’d seen things he couldn’t unsee, and no matter what the human government said about the heroics of shifters, he knew it was all a lie.
The Great Shifter Council never should have outed his kind to humans. Knowing that superhuman creatures lived among them had only created a rift that never existed before. After that, humans rejected and harassed shifters for decades.
Then the Great War happened and the humans decided that shifters, with their superior strength, senses, and agility should be used to fight a war that wasn’t even their own.
He had gone to war. He’d fought alongside humans and shifters alike. The shifters had even played an important role in bringing the war to a diplomatic end. But that hadn’t kept the shifter world from being fractured forever.
Cyrus had seen the rift between shifters happening a long time ago. Right after the war, the men who’d fought had fallen into two camps: those who believed in the war, and those who resented it.
Cyrus was uncommon in that he fell right at the center. He could see both sides too clearly, it made it impossible for him to remain in the middle of that mess a moment longer.
As soon as he’d arrived home and found his stepfather spiraling downward into his gambling addiction, his brother Leland had left for the ranch for Texas. Buck had just kept going like nothing happened. And Jessie dealt with it all in his usual carefree fashion. Cyrus couldn’t stick around. He couldn’t save them. He could only save himself.
Now, his stepfather had died recently and Leland was the Alpha of the Kincaid clan. He’d assumed for a long time that it would come to that. Cyrus for one was happy he’d missed all the drama of Leland coming home and taking the title of Alpha from Buck.
His oldest brother had visited him looking for answers about their stepdad. Cyrus had done his best to help, but he didn’t have a lot to offer. From what Cyrus understood now, the ranch was in good shape due to Leland and his mate Sylvia’s hard work.
The brothers were all doing their part to keep the Timber Bear Ranch in the family and prospering on Fate Mountain. Jessie had informed him of the recent influx of hyenas in town. Cyrus wasn’t at all surprised.
The hyena packs had been the most vocal about their distrust of the humans after the war. Cyrus couldn’t blame them, but he didn’t trust a hyena as far as he could throw one. Even as a grizzly, that wasn’t all that far.
Chapter 2
“You are just the cutest little sweetie, aren’t you? Aren’t you?” Daisy Danes cooed at her Yorkshire Terrier Fifi.
The tiny dog panted and yipped affectionately from Daisy’s pink comforter. Daisy finished putting on her pink lip gloss and sat on the bed next to Fifi.
“I don’t know what to do, Fifi,” Daisy confided. “My stepdad wants me to meet some hyena shifter. He says I’m supposed to marry this guy. But aren’t shifters supposed to have fated mates? I don’t think I’m his fated mate. I certainly don’t want to marry a man I’ve never met before.”
Fifi didn’t respond, but hopped on Daisy’s lap and bounced to her chest to try to lick her face. Daisy giggled and snuggled her little dog.
“You’re right, Fifi, everything will be all right as long as we’re together.”
She picked up her cellphone with the glittery pink case and tabbed over to her social media page, checking for status updates from her friends.
As she read her friends’ feeds, she saw an advertisement for the shifter dating website everyone was talking about: Mate.com. The picture on the ad was of the hottest guy she’d seen in a long time. The men her stepfather employed certainly weren’t built like this. Tall, broad shouldered and slim at the waist. He had a feral gleam in his eye that Daisy wanted to understand.
She clicked on the ad, feeling bored with her life and everyone in it. Talk of her marrying a hyena shifter had her agitated. She needed adventure. Romance. And the secret hidden inside that shifter’s bright eyes.
The site opened on her phone and she proceeded to sign up. She answered the strange questions and then uploaded her information to create a profile. Daisy took several long moments to choose her profile name. After long consideration, she chose the name Flower Princess and clicked enter.
The website worked on finding her matches, the loading icon whirling on her phone’s screen. Her heart raced and she took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She hadn’t expected it to affect her so much. Daisy hadn’t been looking for love. Not really. At nineteen years old, she was just starting out in life.
She wanted to go to school to be an interior designer, even though her stepdad didn’t want her to go to college. He was all about working in the family business. But Daisy had no interest in following in her stepfather’s footsteps.
He was a bad guy. She knew he loved her somewhere deep down, but at the end of the day, she knew she was really just a pawn in his game, like everyone else in his life. Even her mother had been little more to him, before she’d died.
Daisy knew her stepfather’s business didn’t involve anything good. But that didn’t mean she had a choice to get out of it. But maybe, if she had a big, strong bear to protect her, she could. Finally, the matches loaded on her screen and she had to scroll to the bottom to find the highest percentage match. A 100% match was supposed to be a fated mate. She scrolled passed a very sexy 85% and an even hotter 96% match.
Her mouth was starting to water at the sight of these hot shifter men. Then she saw him. Her 100% match. Her mouth dropped open and she felt faint. She put her hand on Fifi for support. Her match’s profile name was Mountain Bear.
He had a wild mass of hair swirling around his shoulders and a long dark beard. The look in his eyes was beyond primal. She wasn’t even sure if she was looking at man or beast. Her breath caught in her throat.
“Looking for a mate to go buck wild with.”
Her heart raced and sweat trickled down her brow. She fanned herself, looking him up and down. In the picture, he was wearing all raw leather, his chest exposed under a vest.
She stood up and started pacing her room, her body on fire. How was she supposed to
get along with this guy? He could eat her in one bite. She’d never even been camping; how could she take him to the club with her friends? How could they possibly be fated mates?
Fated mates was a thing for shifters, not humans. Unless of course the human was matched with a shifter. Then, the human felt just as fated. Sometimes, human ladies got ahead of themselves with the primal passion they experienced with their mates. Daisy had heard the stories.
Ever since the end of the war when she was a young teen, human girls had been all about the shifters. Daisy hadn’t thought about it that much. Not that she wasn’t interested in boys. She just knew her stepdad would kill anyone she got involved with.
Like, literally kill. Daisy sighed. Mountain Bear looked like he could take on just about any of her stepdad’s thugs. If only. There was a sharp knock at her door and her stepfather entered without waiting to be invited.
“Are you ready?”
“Ready for what?” she asked, closing the Mate.com app on her phone.
“To meet your new husband,” her stepfather said.
He was a big man in all ways. Her stepdad was over six feet tall and had a round beer belly he tried to conceal under tailored black suits. It only made him more imposing.
“I told you, Rubio, I don’t want to get married. Especially to a shifter I’ve never even met.”
“It doesn’t matter if you’ve never met. You will be his mate. That’s their thing.”
“I’m not his fated mate,” she blurted out.
“How do you know?” he asked.
“I just do,” she said, rolling her eyes and trying to play dumb.
She didn’t want him to know about Mountain Bear. Her true mate. She sighed, just thinking about his feral eyes and hot body. A thrill went down her spine. Mountain Bear was her secret.
