Page 26 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

Joy.

And believe it or not—love.

Love so overwhelming, my fucking knees almost buckle.

The woman squeaks in shock or pain or maybe both. I leap backward.

Shit.

Oh shit.

What have I done?

Inside, my human mind is panicking. But outside? My Bear is ridiculously pleased with himself.

Mate. Claimed. Mine.

Fuck.

My human side wants to bury himself under the nearest pine tree.

Shit.

The word comes out as a distinctly Bear-like huff.

I just claimed my fated mate.

In Bear form.

Without introducing myself.

Without saying hello.

Without even buying the poor woman dinner.

My mother is going to kill me.

Four

Elsie

“Bad Bear!”

The words burst out of me before I can stop them.

I yank my hand back from the enormous cinnamon-colored monster that just bit me on my freaking hand.

My heart is trying to escape my chest.

My pulse is somewhere around hummingbird speed.

And somehow...

I realize I'm standing there scolding a Bear.

An actual, giant, freaking Bear.

In the middle of the woods.