It was dark and lonely, as usual, filled with a musty sense of loss that set the perfect atmosphere for what his life had become. He set his bags down at the front door and kicked it shut behind him. It slammed with a finality that resonated through the space. Alone. Again. He’d gone to Bearstone Village to help his friend Ares get his mate out of trouble. Ares was the second of their crew to find a mate. When they’d served in the Special Forces, Ares, Hades, and their leader Zeus had become tight, not only because they were all in the same tough position, but because they were all bear shifters with super strength and extra power that made them perfect for their line of work. That was until Hades had been blown to smithereens during a rescue mission. He touched his face absentmindedly and then dropped his hand. No use thinking of that right now. He checked his watch.
