Sergeant Bear (Shifters at Law Book 4)

by Sophie Stern

  Now I have to prove I’m good enough for her.

  Now I have to prove I’m not a creep.

  Although most humans know shifters exist, not all of them do. Those who do know often think the idea of shifters is false. They think it’s a rumor, a trick. Unfortunately, this means convincing Amy I’m not a monster or a liar. It means convincing her I’m not some weird stalker. It means convincing her of the truth: that we’re destined to be together.

  She walks out of the motel office and I slink back into the shadows, still in wolf form, still not ready to approach her. I need to wait for the right moment because I don’t want to freak her out or ruin my only shot at love. This is it for me. This is my one chance. I’ve been searching for her for years and now she’s here.

  She’s finally here.

  Amy looks at the key in her hand, checking the number, then starts looking for her room. The motel room doors all open to the parking lot. This makes it nice during the cold Colorado winters when visitors can simply pull their cars up to their room and quickly get inside.

  Apparently, Heather has her in room four. I wait to make sure she gets in and I hear the door lock. Then I walk to the motel office, shift, and walk inside.

  “Adam,” Heather says, ignoring the fact that I’m completely nude. Nudity isn’t anything new in Wolfe City. When you shift with wolves, when you hunt with wolves, when you live with wolves, you get used to nudity very quickly. “What can I do for you?”

  “Oh, I was just in the area,” I say, leaning on the counter, smiling.

  “No, you were not just in the area,” she says smoothly. “You don’t even work over here. You work at Tony’s, and this isn’t my first day being around you, Adam Hart.”

  I glare. I do work at Tony’s. The little Italian restaurant is the best in town and my friend, Anthony, is an incredible chef. I don’t cook. I’m his manager, and I’m damn good at my job. I’m not rich or wealthy, but I’m good at what I do, and I have a good heart. I could love Amy if she’ll let me. I’ll be good to her.

  “Tell me what you really want,” Heather says. She’s not even looking at me. She’s not even taking me seriously. She’s just staring at her computer.

  “She’s my mate.”

  That gets Heather’s attention.

  “Excuse me?” She looks up, pushing her glasses up. Her hair, which was probably perfectly styled at the beginning of her shift, is now in a messy bun with stray hairs framing her face. “What did you just say? Because it sounds like you just waltzed into my hotel buck-ass naked and told me my latest visitor is your soul mate.”

  “She’s my mate,” I repeat. My voice is strained. It’s hard to get the words out, hard to admit this is what’s happening. It’s been so long. I’ve searched for so long, fought for so long. I’ve tried so hard to find my life-mate and now she’s here within reach, and I don’t know what to do.

  “All right, big boy,” Heather says, motioning for me to sit in one of the plush velvet chairs. “Put a towel down so you don’t get your butt on the chair, and then have a seat. I’ll make us some tea.” Without a backwards glance, she heads through the door that leads to her family’s living quarters.

  I open a cupboard where she keeps random things guests sometimes need, and grab a towel. By the time I finish setting up the towel and getting myself situated, Heather is back with two cups of tea and a plate of cookies.

  “Cookies?” I ask, surprised.

  “You’re going to want comfort food. Now shut up and drink your tea.”

  She sets the tray on the little coffee table and I reach for a steaming mug of tea. I sip it while I wait for Heather to start speaking because if I know one thing about the wolf mistress of the motel, it’s that she tells it like it is.

  I reach for a cookie and it’s only then, when I take my first bite, that Heather begins to speak.

  “Don’t be stupid,” she says, and my jaw drops because that’s not what I was expecting her to say. I open my mouth to protest, but she holds up a hand and keeps talking.

  “Adam Hart, I’ve known you since you were a little kid and I was your babysitter. You were just as impulsive then as you are now and you need to get over that real quick if you want to win this girl’s heart.”

  “I’m not impulsive,” I say, but I set my cookie down sulkily.

  “You are impulsive and right now, I’d say you’re trying to figure out how you can march over to room number four and introduce yourself without being weird. The correct answer is that you can’t, creeper.”

  “I’m not a creeper.”

  “No, you’re not, because I’m not letting you be. You male wolves are all the same,” Heather continues. “You think you can just walk up to a woman, declare you’re her mate, and live happily ever after. I hate to be the one to tell you, Adam, but it doesn’t work that way, especially with a human.”

  “Then what do I do, Heather?” I’m exasperated. I chug the tea. I eat another cookie. “I’ve been waiting for her my whole life.”

  “And she doesn’t even know you exist,” Heather says. “She doesn’t know you’re here, or that you’re destined to be together, or that you’re a damn wolf, so give the girl some fucking time and be patient. You’ve waited 25 years for her, Adam. You can wait a few days.”

  I let her words sink in. I know Heather is right. I don’t want her to be, but she’s right. I need to be patient, especially now. I need to wait. I need to play this cool. Amy only just got to Wolfe City and chances are she’s going to be here for a couple of days. That gives me a few days to plead my case. That gives me a few days to win her heart.

  “Tell you what,” Heather says, taking pity on me. “I’ll bring her to Tony’s for lunch tomorrow, all right? Herb is going to look at her car in the morning and he’ll let us know how long it’s going to take to fix. I’ll introduce you.”

  “You’d do that for me?”

  “Kid, you’re like a little brother. I’ll do anything for you. Now get out of my hotel, and wash that towel.”

  I try to hug Heather goodbye, but she motions at my nudity and simply goes back to her desk and starts playing a computer game.

  “Thanks, Heather. Thank you. For real.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  I take the towel with me and walk out of the Wolfe City Motel. With only one short glance back at room four, I head toward my home. It’s only a few minutes away. Let’s be honest: Wolfe City is small enough that everything is only a few minutes away.

  I walk in a daze until I get to my house. Then I open the door and go inside, happy I left it unlocked. Because shifters can’t exactly carry keys, most of the Wolfe City Pack members leave their houses unlocked. We also all have hide-a-keys stashed around town. It’s probably not a good habit, especially when outsiders come to town, but it’s how we live, and it works for us.

  My home is small, but comfortable. I have a little two-story house on the edge of town. The backyard opens up to a beautiful field. Sometimes I’ll take a blanket out there and lie down so I can just stare at the stars and think. Living in Wolfe City is incredible. It’s beautiful. It’s lovely.

  And it’s better now that Amy is here.

  Call me a hopeless romantic, but when I walk into my house, all I can think is that I can’t wait for her to come live with me. I can’t wait to win her heart so I can bring her here and show her my home.

  Our home.

  The first floor has a living room, kitchen, laundry room, and bathroom. The two bedrooms are on the second floor with another bathroom. There’s a large wraparound porch and the master bedroom has a walk-out balcony. It’s tiny and it’s simple, but it’s mine, and I love it. I love my home.

  Once inside, I do lock the door. Then I deposit Heather’s towel in the laundry room and head upstairs to shower. I need to take a long, cold shower. Yes, that’s exactly what I need. I need to shower and clear my head and think about what I’m going to do tomorrow. I need to think about how I’m going to win my mate.

  I
need to think about the fact that tomorrow, my entire life is going to change.

  Tomorrow is the day I’ve been waiting for.

  Find out what happens next in The Wolf’s Darling!