Silver Bullet Bear (Paranormal Shifter Romance (The Agency Book 3)

by Amelia Jade

  Silver Bullet Bear

  The Agency Book 3

  By Amelia Jade

  Silver Bullet Bear

  Copyright @ 2016 by Amelia Jade

  First Electronic Publication: September 2016

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  All sexual activities depicted occur between consenting characters 18 years or older who are not blood related.

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  Silver Bullet Bear

  Chapter One

  Josh

  The cobblestone pathway stretched out ahead of him. He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten there, or even where he was. It always started that way. He just was.

  The red and orange earthen tones of the stones under his feet swept forward in a twisting, winding swirl of colors that seemed to stretch on forever, never reaching an end. Columns of marble rose up at regular intervals on either side of him, lining the way. At the top they arched out and over the top of him. Light seemed to emanate from within the marble itself, providing a soft, soothing glow that overpowered the darkness beyond, keeping it at bay.

  He frowned, looking behind him, but all he could see was more path. There was nothing back there, he knew that. He was still compelled to check, to ensure that there was nothing he had missed, that might provide him with guidance as to where he was to go. After all, the pathway in front of him was always just as empty.

  No. That isn’t right.

  There, in the distance, he could see the pathway rise, climbing a hill.

  And at the top, a figure.

  It was her.

  Again, he didn’t know how he knew, but he did. She was there, and his bear knew it. The beast roared and fought against his control, trying to go to her.

  Hair a dirty-blonde draped down her back, pulled into a low ponytail, just enough to keep it from falling back across her shoulders. He couldn’t make out much more at that distance, though with her back turned to him as it always was, he knew there wasn’t anything more to see.

  He could run, like he was now, without realizing it. His feet pounded across the stones, propelling him forward in a dead sprint as he tried to close with her. Although the columns to either side flew by, she never seemed to get any closer.

  Movement to his left caused him to slow, as the shadow resolved itself into the shape of an animal he knew, despite never having seen one before.

  Werewolf.

  His bear surged forward, overwhelming his mind as it recognized its mortal enemy. The strength of its anger caught him off guard, surprising him so much he didn’t react in time. The huge beast ripped forth from his skin with a bestial bellow that echoed in the strange world he was in.

  Now he was in the backseat, taken along for the ride as the power of his animal closed with the lithe creature in front of him. The wolf, no more than a lighter shade of black against the backdrop outside of his cobblestone world, didn’t move.

  As his bear charged between two columns, leaving the lit pathway behind, it screeched to a halt. It realized its mistake as more forms resolved themselves from the darkness in numbers too vast to count.

  The colossal titan—nearly two tons of muscle and lethal fury—skidded to a halt, emitting a completely undignified high-pitched noise, and beat a hasty retreat to the pathway. At the same time, the entity that was his bear relinquished its hold on his body, allowing his human mind to regain control.

  Wuss.

  The wolves, for whatever reason, couldn’t come into the light. They stayed outside, beyond his columns, his protection.

  Or my prison.

  Now that was a weird thought. He didn’t feel like he was in a cell, held against his will. Did he? The more he thought about it though, the more it seemed that way. His world was so confined, well-defined and laid out for him. He appreciated the fact that his world existed, while the world outside his protective columns seemed blank.

  But the truth was, there was so much more out there than there was inside.

  Except her. She’s in here.

  His eyes snapped around to look down the pathway, the stones blending into each other as he sought her, far off in the distance.

  There.

  With a frown at the shapes still dancing around in the darkness, he resumed his jog forward. He tried to come closer to the woman, the one he knew to be his.

  His mate.

  His bear growled and pushed him forward faster and faster, urging him to get there. Time was running out! He didn’t know why that thought came to him, but a glance over his shoulder told him that was the truth. The columns were crumbling away, and as they did the light emitting from them faded.

  And on came the wolves, howling and snapping at each other as they chased after him. The darkness grew closer, gaining on him much faster than he was approaching the hill where she stood. Determined not to fail this time, he found another gear within himself and ran faster than he had ever run before. Finally the hill began to come closer, and the darkness fell further behind.

  “Shit!” he shouted aloud, skidding to a halt as the pathway ended abruptly.

  In front of him, there was a gap easily thirty or forty feet across. It was too much for him to clear in a jump.

  Behind him the darkness closed in. The wolves rippled, and suddenly they flowed together, their shadows merging. They rose up and over him, blotting out all remaining light. Yet somehow he was able to see as the giant wolf maw opened. Teeth as black as night came at him, each easily twice his size.

  He shouted his defiance until they snapped closed over him.

  ***

  Josh bolted upright, sheets falling away from him as he gasped for air. Sweat poured off of him, soaking the bed.

  Looking to his sides, he slowly relaxed the death grip he had on the bedsheet, the dark-purple material unwinding slightly as tension was released from it, but there were still marks in them.

  “Dammit,” he muttered as his heart rate began to slow at last, a mild sense of euphoria overcoming him as it did.

  This is the fifth time in the past two weeks. The same dream. What is going on with me?

  It was entirely the same. But this was the first time his bear had gone beyond the columns. Before it had always stopped at the edge of the light, as if unwilling to go beyond.

  What did that mean, he wondered?

  “Fuck,” he said, his mind still overwhelmed with the fog of sleep, despite being woken up so roughly.

  With a sigh he threw himself back onto the bed, hoping to fall asleep. But as his sweat absorbed into the sheets and
they began to cling to him, he knew it was never going to be.

  Angrily he threw the sheets off, rising to his feet and heading for the shower, not bothering to check the clock. He didn’t want to know the time. Whatever it was, it was too fucking early.

  Hopefully today will be uneventful.

  ***

  By the time breakfast came around, Josh was starting to feel awake and relaxed. The sound of thick-cut bacon sizzling on the stove, mixed with the delectable aroma of fresh eggs would have been enough to put anyone in a good mood. Add pancakes and a plethora of fresh-cut fruit—now a staple with the influx of women into their midst—to the list, and the rumbling of his stomach threatened to outdo any lingering emotions from his thwarted sleep.

  “Damn that smells good,” he said as he headed for the piles of food.

  “Too bad there won’t be any left for you,” Connor, one of the other members of his team, teased as he slipped in front of him and began to pile food high on his plate.

  Josh rolled his eyes, but a smile crossed his lips.

  It died as the rest of his crew lovingly pushed their way by him as well.

  “Thanks guys,” he said, shaking his head and snagging one of the remaining plates.

  “Ngh praghlmb,” Justin said, his mouth already full of food as he passed by on his way to grabbing a seat.

  “Wow. That’s so attractive,” a female voice said.

  Josh laughed and reached out to take a pile of bacon from Justin’s plate as he tried to stutter a reply to Shay, his mate, as she stood at the door with her arms crossed, shaking her head at him.

  Justin yelped at the blatant bacon thievery, but he was too slow. Josh escaped with his plunder.

  “Much better,” he said, just loud enough for the others to hear, and an audible chuckle ran round the room.

  Madison, Connor’s mate, entered the room a moment later, and the two women proceeded to grab food as well, joining the shifter team at the long table in the middle of the room. These days the breakfasts and mornings were much more informal and relaxed than they had been in the past.

  “Any news?” he asked as they sat back, munching on the food, his stomach happy with him at last.

  Madison shook her head. “Nothing new yet today. Just the same old, same old with the Agency.”

  Josh nodded thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair for a moment. Almost a month earlier, they had fought a pitched battle with their nemesis, the mysterious Agency. The cost had been great, and several times he thought they were going to lose. In the end though, they had defeated one of the senior members of the Agency and reduced the numbers of their foe by a large amount.

  The weeks between had been a series of stalemates. With the destruction of two of their bases, the Agency had pulled back, consolidating themselves in their remaining pair of installations. The swath of destruction the Underground had cut through their numbers left them too weak to control the city, giving Josh and his Sentinels time to recover and begin organizing the mass evacuation of all remaining shifters within the area.

  Unfortunately it meant that the Agency was too strong in either spot for the Underground to stage an attack. An uneasy cease-fire was in place while both sides frantically worked to secure the resources necessary to rid themselves of the other for good. Josh could only hope that his side would emerge victorious. They had sent pleas home to Genesis Valley for a second team of Sentinels, but so far, nothing had arrived.

  His mind wandered back to the present just in time to see Madison get off her phone, with a strange look on her face. As he watched, her eyes tracked across the room until they settled on him.

  “I didn’t do it,” he said immediately, trying to look as innocent as possible.

  “Bullshit,” Jared, the team leader, said from his spot several seats down.

  Madison arched an eyebrow curiously. “Didn’t do what, exactly?”

  He shrugged. “Whatever it is that made you look at me like that. I’ve been good…lately,” he amended after someone cleared their throat.

  “You know, for once, I actually believe you,” she said. Josh started to relax just as she added, “Which probably means you did do it.”

  The others laughed, and a smile even spread across her face for a moment before she sobered.

  Josh sat upright at that, realizing she meant business.

  “No, that was Valen,” she said, naming one of the twin gryphon shifters who ran Lionshead Mining.

  His boss.

  “What did he want?” Josh asked suspiciously. It was never a good thing when your boss called about you.

  “You’re going off on assignment, apparently,” she said.

  Josh felt his eyebrows rocket upward. “I’m what?” he asked in disbelief. Sentinels didn’t just “go off on assignment” on their own. They went as a team, like when his team had been sent to King City. That was an assignment. “On my own?” he said, trying to get more information.

  Madison nodded. “Indeed. So don’t fuck it up,” she said, trying to lighten the mood.

  He acknowledged her efforts with a smile. “I’ll try,” he said with over-the-top seriousness. “Though it might be easier if I knew what I shouldn’t, ah, fuck up, as you so delicately put it.”

  Madison snorted. She wasn’t known for being delicate. Ever since injecting herself with two experimental serums that had transformed her from a human born of a shifter-human coupling into a full-blown bear shifter, she had become as rough and hard as one of the boys. Except she was a woman. The fact that she was stronger than her mate provided the other Sentinels no shortage of jokes if Connor screwed up.

  “You’re being assigned as a bodyguard to a woman coming to King City with her brother. He’s here to make some speeches, apparently. I wasn’t given more details than that.”

  “Fuck off,” he said, angrily slamming his plate onto the table. “Valen wants me to go play babysitter to some political child? You can’t be serious,” he said. “This is a joke, right?”

  Madison leveled a look at him.

  “Right?” he repeated, his voice weaker this time.

  Madison shook her head.

  “Fuck me,” he said under his breath. “Why me? Why not Jared? He’s the leader. Send him to do babysitting duty.”

  “You want to argue with Valen? You go right ahead,” Madison said, holding out her phone to him.

  Josh crossed his arms. She knew he wouldn’t do it. Hell, neither would she. Nobody argued with Valen, not if they knew what was good for them. Valen was a good man, but if he ordered his employees to do something, he expected it carried out without hesitation or argument. That was made easier because he never gave out bad orders.

  Even now, Josh knew there had to be some reason Valen would assign one of the Sentinels to the job. What that reason was, he didn’t know, but Valen and his brother Marcus didn’t do things like this on a whim. No, this would be a well thought-out mission. Unfortunately he wasn’t privy to all those thoughts.

  “What’s the game plan?” he asked at last, giving in as he knew he would eventually.

  “Meet her at the airport. Stick with her while she’s in town, ensure no harm happens to her. Once she’s on the plane out of here in a few days, that’s it, according to Valen.”

  Josh frowned. “One problem,” he said.

  “What’s that?” Madison asked.

  “With me gone, who’s going to keep these clowns in line?” he said, indicating the rest of his team.

  Madison smiled while his friends groaned and threw leftover pieces of food at him.

  “Their plane lands in two hours. They’ll be expecting you,” was all the leader of the Underground said to him.

  He bolted upright. “Two hours? Cutting it kind of close, aren’t they?” he said, not waiting to hear a reply as he got to his feet and headed for his room.

  “I’ll send the information to your phone,” Madison said with a smirk.

  He thought about throwing up a middle finger to express his c
urrent mood, then decided she didn’t deserve it, despite the enjoyment she took in leveling that bomb on him.

  He hurried to his room. It would take him a good hour and change to get ready, study the information and memorize it, and get to the airport. He didn’t want to be late.

  Babysitting duty? Come on Valen, that’s not what we’re for!

  His irritation at being chosen grew.

  Chapter Two

  Hannah

  “Welcome to King City.”

  “Thanks,” she grumped at the airline employee standing near the exit as they disembarked the plane.

  “Now now Hannah, let’s play nice,” her older brother chided her.

  “I’m hungry Chad,” she replied, all but stalking through the airport in search of the first restaurant.

  “Luggage first,” he told her, grabbing her arm and steering her toward baggage claim.

  “Yippee,” she said dully, but she followed him along.

  “The in-flight meal wasn’t good enough for you?” he asked.

  Hannah bared her teeth. “I want a steak.”

  “It’s 9 a.m.,” he told her, as if she didn’t know the time.

  “I’m well aware of how early it is,” she told him sternly, reminding him that it was he who had forced them into taking the five o’clock departing flight to get to King City. “That doesn’t change the fact that I am craving a steak.”

  Chad laughed as they came to a halt in front of baggage claim. To her relief, it took less than twenty minutes for the conveyor belt to begin to move. As they had traveled first class, their baggage came off first.

  “Now can we go get food?” she asked.

  “We need to pick up one more thing,” Chad said.

  She looked up at him as his eyes scanned the crowd in front of them. “What is it?” she asked, suddenly on guard, looking behind them to see if they were being followed.

  “Oh, nothing,” he said, distracted. “Just trying to find—ah, there we are,” he said, and strode forward.