That was nothing new. The bear had been restless for decades. The animal wanted a mate. And so did the man.
He tried not to be jealous of the two other bear shifters in Riverton who had recently found their mates. Mates the stubborn shifters had tried so hard to deny.
Marcus would gladly give up honey if he could be so lucky.
He was older than both of those bears and had long ago accepted the fact that he was not meant to have a mate. But at Christmas time that longing came back. With a vengeance.
He slowed as he neared the two-lane road that was the only way in and out of his mountain. It was still white from the light snow that had fallen yesterday evening. He saw no tire tracks which wasn’t surprising. Not many people ventured onto his mountain, mainly just the men who worked for him as they reported for work or the trucks that hauled away the Christmas trees his crew harvested.
He hoped to change that next year.
