They’d been quiet on the breakneck boat ride back to shore, clustered around Sirena mostly, while he and Jetty were in the wheelhouse. Since they’d all left the boat at the dock, he hadn’t really thought about them, but now, he realized, they were giving him cautious looks that he couldn’t quite interpret. Instead of dealing with the women, Drew decided to stick with the males in the office—the doctor, Sven Olafsson, who was a polar bear shifter, of all things, and two guys who were assisting him, Peter Zilakov, a big-assed Russian bear, and Gus, the closest thing Grizzly Cove had to a priest. He was the shaman who worked with both the local Native tribe to the south and the residents of Grizzly Cove. His bear was something special—a rare white-ish bear that most called a Spirit Bear. Drew thought he was a little spooky, but in a good way. Both of the assistants had field medic training, as did a few other members of their community. Drew figured they’d been closest to render aid when the call had come in.
