Settling across from Goldie, he scrubbed a hand through his hair before taking a long pull on the bottle. “I’m just going to say it outright, you may not want to be drinking when I do,” he warned her. “We shifters, Goldie." All three men's eyes focused on her as Torben continued, "We’re known as Weres. Bear shifters to be precise. All three of us are Grizzly bears. We’ve known one another since we were small; we’ve remained friends through everything. Including the loss of many from our community, where Grizzly shifters once lived, it was a nice, big area, spread out and yet we were there for one another if needed. They were our friends and neighbors, even some family.” “Hunters, damn hunters,” Arkadios muttered. Mahon nodded slowly; swallowing hard, enough she could see the bob of his Adam's apple. “We got lucky though, to a degree. We were at Torben's goofy off when mine and Ark's parents decided they wanted a night out. So all the kids were coming to Torben’s place for a sleepover.
