Black Bear Rising: A BWWM Paranormal Romance (Black Bear Saga Book 1)

by Wilson, Tia

  Lana was an only child and the thought of sharing a room with someone had been making her nervous and panicky ever since she got the letter about the shared dorm room, she never for one second had thought about sharing and for some maybe hopeful reason had thought she would be in a room on her own. Lana stood in the doorway and cleared her throat. Sara wheeled around in mid note and dropped a felt bag of lipsticks on the floor. What looked like a hundred tubes of various colours skittered and spun on the floor, some spinning out into the corridor and others flying under the dusty beds.

  For a brief second Sara looked annoyed and then she smiled widely and threw her arms wide saying, “Are you my new roomy?”

  Lana nodded and stood in her spot, she was usually very reserved in first meetings. Sara was having none of it and wrapped her arms around her and squealed loudly, “We are going to be best friends.”

  If Lana was to believe her on the strength of her enthusiasm well then it would look like they would be true and fast friends. Like so many things with Sara she was right, and after only a few days together Lana felt like she had the sister that she never got to have. Those first few months of college passed by in such a whirl of intoxicating and heady combinations of new people, new experiences and life slowly opening up for Lana. They were inseparable and shared everything. Before she had meet Sara, Lana had thought that friendship with another girl would be hard, Sara destroyed that assumption. Everything with Sara was easy, she was a great listener, knew the coolest people, always had the low down on where the best parties were and usually had a string of outrageous stories to titillate Lana.

  During high school Lana had no female friends of any substance, she was bookish and a loner, her single child upbringing didn't help her integrate with the other kids who seemed to sniff out instinctively that she was different and weird. It wasn't until her final year and when she started to blossom that people started to take notice, before she was a gawky and scrawny teen who blended into the background of any event. Almost overnight she started to develop curves and a face that was once hidden by an angular frame started to come into sharp relief. Lana and the people around noticed that she while she was not knock out beautiful she was definitely attractive. A year before the prom she would of told herself that not a single boy would of asked her out. In her final year she had eight requests and all from guys who had barely said one word to her in all the time they had spent in school together.

  “He was cute,” Sara said pulling Lana out of her daydream, “These viking guys are hot. I saw a few of them up at the ticket desk, square jawed, thick arms that looked like they could fell lumber in one swing of their mighty ax. I think I’m in heaven. If the burger flipper is as hot as your new friend Gisli is imagine what the real catches are like.”

  “You seem to be getting back to normal, its good to see. I feel like we have both been under a cloud for too long,” Lana said unwrapping her burger from the grease spotted paper.

  “My heart feels like it has been hammering along at overdrive for a month now. I need to blow off some steam or I’ll go crazy. I think we are in the clear. Maybe its the blue skies and the smoking hot men fooling me, but I really do think we are safe now. Gus has the only copy of the video and it would be a waste of time and money for him to hunt us,” she stopped mid sentence and stared at Lana. “Please tell me he has the only copy and has no reason to come looking for us, please tell me that.”

  Sara had a canny ability to tell when Lana wasn't being wholly truthful and now was one of those times. “I made copies and uploaded them to my cloud storage for safety,” Lana said without looking at Sara.

  Sara slumped down in her seat and a low moan escaped from her, she pushed a few cooling fries around on her plate and avoided eye contact with Lana.

  “Nobody knows about the copies. I did it for insurance, I was scared after watching the video I didn't want to hand over the only copy to someone that wouldn't have our best interests at heart. We never should of trusted Gus, we should of went straight to the cops,” Lana said.

  “Go to the cops? We would of been thrown in jail too, our names splashed all over the news that we are both high class hookers. Do you really want that getting out and hanging around you like a bad stink for the rest of your life? You should of destroyed all the copies, you might of put us in even more danger,” Sara said her voice rising in anger.

  “Keep your voice down,” Lana said angrily through clenched teeth. “They have no way of knowing I made a copy, we continue with our plan and hide out for a few weeks before we make our next move. We have enough cash to keep us going for a few months,” she said reaching across the table for Sara's hand, “We need to stay strong, we only have each other now. Please forgive me, I admit it was a mistake making a copy.”

  Sara took her hand and gave it a weak squeeze and said, “I’m sorry for flipping out on you. I feel like I’m going to burst out of my skin. Don't do anything rash with the copies, maybe we can use them at some point.”

  “Blackmail?” Lana asked.

  “I don’t know. All I do know is that the video is the only thing we currently have that might get us out of this mess. Maybe we can still leak it some how. I don't know yet whats the best thing to do for us,” She said squeezing Lana's hand in reassurance, “We will get through this together.”

  Chapter 9

  It took the bus less than ten minutes to clear the limits of Reykjavik city. The road wound uphill through an ancient lava field similar to the one surrounding the airport. The city sat on a wide open bay and across this shimmering deep blue expanse snow capped mountains sat. The sky above was pale blue with wisps of pulled apart cotton dotting the sky. The road snaked into a high mountain pass and in the distance the thin spidery cables of a chair lift rose from the base of the mountain to a platform high above. The winter snows were all but gone from the face of the mountain save for a few grey white patches still clinging to the underside of large boulders that never felt any direct sunlight.

  Sara dozed with her head on Lana's shoulder who looked out at the changing landscape as Reykjavik faded farther and farther into the distance. Lana imagined how inhospitable this landscape must of been hundreds of years ago. The endless fields of jagged volcanic rock making any kind of progress slow and dangerous. Hardly anything grew in the thin layer of sandy volcanic soil. The only thing that seemed to be able to eke out some life were the patches of iridescent green mosses that clung to the undersides of some of the larger boulders. Lana marvelled at what life must of been like in a land shaped by the catastrophic and unstoppable power of a volcano. The landscape was unchanging as the bus accelerated up a steep hill and then they crested and the view opened up before her. The road ahead curved steeply down into a wide open area of fertile land. The grey sea banded the land on the right and high mountains stood in silent guard on the left. Houses dotted this wide open expanse and Lana could see spirals of steam rise up from the ground in several spots.

  Lana gripped the arm of her chair as the bus took the tightly curved road that eventually lead to the bottom of the wide open valley below. In her mind she imagined the brakes on the bus failing and the bus careening through the barrier like it was made of paper and then falling,falling,falling to the fields below. Every time the bus banked into a turn she thought this is it, this is the end. Lana let out a relieved sigh when the road straightened out and they finally reached the bottom of the steep slope. The jagged and dangerous looking lava rocks were now replaced by wide open fields of swaying grass, bales of hay in huge cylindrical rolls drying in the sun and herds of sheep grazing near the sea. The bus passed row upon row of greenhouses which glittered in the sun like oversized jewels. Lana saw colourful flowers, tomatoes and bright red and green peppers as they sped past. The bus passed through a tiny town whose centre had a huge display of flowers arranged by the side of the road into the towns crest of arms.

  The scenery began to blur as Lana's eyelids began to slowly close. The bus jerked and Lana awoke with a
jump which also roused Sara. The bus driver called out, “We are at Vik, the bus will stop for ten minutes if anyone wants to get out to stretch their legs.” He pressed a lever and the side and front door of the bus slid back on hydraulic hinges. The smell of salty sea air wafted into the bus.

  “We are here,” Lana said stretching and rubbing her eyes. She checked her watch and could see she had slept for three or four hours. Her body was stiff and her neck ached from the weird angle she had slept at, her head propped up against the window. People milled around outside the bus stretching and yawning. The sound of crashing waves could be heard coming from behind the small gas station and shop they had parked in front of.

  “Its good to be out in some fresh air,” Sara said once they got off the bus. She pointed at a small street on a tourist map she had picked up at the bus station and said, “The guesthouses are down that way.”

  Directly across the road was a campsite that was half filled with tents and a few bright white camper vans. A group of men kicked a football between them as they hooted and hollered noisily. Kids swung on a set of bright orange swings and the smell of barbecuing meat was carried on the wind. The camp site was backed by rocky cliffs dotted with white from the nesting birds.

  Lana and Sara headed towards the village. A single main road lead towards the tight cluster of brightly painted houses of red and blue that made up the centre. A grassy hill towered over the village and perched atop it was a wooden church painted bright white. A large black raven sat perched atop the pointed steeple of the bell tower, observing the world about it. They found the guesthouse easily enough and within a few minutes the polish man with one slightly lazy eye had checked them in and given them a room key. Their room was on the top floor in a converted attic space and was designed in the simple nordic style of exposed wooden beams, simple furniture and clean lines. The sloping roof was studded with three large windows that slid open to views across the town and out to the sea.

  “Wow this place is beautiful,” Lana said sliding a window open and breathing in great lungfuls of the bracing sea air.

  “Its so peaceful around here, I could get used to this,” Sara said as she lay down on her singe bed, the thick eider down duvet puffing up around her.

  Lana let out a contented sigh and rested her arms on the sill and looked out at the white tailed arctic terns swooping through the sky to snatch up beakfuls of insects. She could hear the puttering chop of a small engined boat somewhere off in the distance and the rhythmic roll of the waves. Kids laughing and playing echoed up from the street below and Icelandic pop drifted up from a radio playing close by. Lana crossed the room and slid open the windows to survey the view from this side. The church over looking the town dominated her view as well as a range of mountains directly behind it. The mountains sides bore deep scars in the soil caused by massive boulders tumbling down during another era. The mountains were topped by a thick wispy layer of clouds that looked like they could tip over the edge at any moment and engulf the town. The views from both sides of the room where equally as spectacular and Lana smiled to herself for the first time in what seemed like forever. Maybe things would work out for them after all she thought.

  “I’m going to head out for a walk and maybe pick up some snacks from that small market we passed on our way here. Do you want to join me?” She asked Sara and actually hoping that she would say no.

  Sara wriggled on the bed like a cat in a sunbeam and said, “I’m too comfy. I might catch up with you if I don't doze off first.”

  “See you later,” Lana said and left.

  Once outside Lana decided to head back to the gas station and take a footpath she had seen that lead towards the sea. The town was very quiet with nobody about as she followed the foot path back out of town. The last house on the block was a cottage painted a bright blue with a red corrugated metal roof. A man in his sixties with a floppy straw hat on and pushing a manual lawn mower looked up and waved in Lana's direction as he saw her approach.

  “Welcome to Vik,” he said in his melodic Icelandic accent. It sounded like the chirping of a high energy bird Lana thought to herself.

  “Thank you,” Lana said stopping to admire his garden. The grass was clipped short with a large weather worn bone sitting in the middle of it. “Whats the bone from?” she asked.

  “Thats a spinal bone from a whale. We were off fishing in the middle of the biggest school of mackerel I had ever witnessed and this beast of a whale breached right under my boat. The boat capsized and by the grace of God myself and my crew of five survived and managed to get back to shore.”

  “What happened to the whale?” Lana asked.

  “We mounted a party to go out and kill the beast. You have to remember that while its not fashionable to kill them now, this great beast had destroyed my boat and ruined any chance of me making a livelihood for the season. There was no shortage of men in town who were more than happy to join me in the hunt. Ill spare you the bloody details. This bone you see here was my trophy after we caught and killed the great beast. The strangest part of the whole thing was I never fished another day after that, I totally lost all interest in fishing. I haven't been on a fishing boat since then and that would be nearly thirty years now. Sometimes you get a message from the sea telling you when to quit and you ignore it at your peril. Sorry for going on, thanks for indulging an old man in one of his dreary stories. My name if Jonas by the way. Where are you from?”

  “I live in New York and my family is from upstate. Im Lana by the way and your story was cool. There are not a lot of fishermen were I live, so your stories could never bore me,” she replied giving him a warm smile.

  “Well thanks for indulging me. Are you here on a vacation?”

  “I’m here with a friend, we might stay a couple of weeks to kick back and relax. We both needed a break,” she said.

  “It was good to meet you Lana, maybe I’ll see you around again. I might even bore you with another of my stories,” he said with a slight chuckle.

  Jonas repositioned his hat on his head and went back to pushing his old fashioned lawnmower, he gave Lana one last friendly nod as she headed off towards the sea. A black cat sat in the middle of the footpath absorbing as much sun as possible and it slowly turned its head and watched Lana as she approached. Lana bent down and ran her fingers through his sun warmed fur and the cat emitted a deep throaty purr. The cat rolled over exposing its plump belly and Lana gave it a scratch until it put its paw against her hand and pushed her away. Lana felt relaxed and dare she say to herself that she even felt a little happy. The town of Vik was already beginning to charm her and she had been here less than an hour. She headed towards the footpath to the beach and with each step she put her old life farther behind her.

  Chapter 10

  Lana stood on the worn ribbon of a path that weaved towards the sea. At her back the scrub covered mountains were starting to lose definition as they became encased in a low rolling fog. The white steeple from the matchbox size church broke through the wispy confines of the fog, the only man made structure visible in the encroaching gloom. Ahead of Lana and currently blocked by a small tufty tunnock thrashed the raging grey waters of the Atlantic ocean.

  Lana crested the hill and gazed down at the black volcanic sands of the beach. Arctic terns spun and arced through the air, their rising and falling song pacing the sound of the crashing waves. Behind her the fog moved on of its own volition, a mass which desaturated everything of colour in its slow move towards the sea. The dried carcass of a small crab lay at the wash line and Lana flicked it over with the toe of her boot. To the right the beach curved gently towards a rocky cliff dotted with thousands of nesting birds, to the left the beach faded off into the oblivion of a huge cascading flow of fog, drifting like clotted cream off the edge of a bowl. Lana choose oblivion and walked towards the inviting nothingness of the fog.

  With every footstep in the soft damp sand Lana could feel herself relax a little more. This was the first time she felt lik
e she could relax in a long time. It felt like they had done nothing but run scared and watch their backs now for the last forty eight hours. Everything had fallen apart so quickly back home, would she ever even be able to return? Lana didn't want to think about that or anything right there so she concentrated on the sound of waves and the eery whisper of the winds whistling down from the mountains. She walked on robotically trying her best to push away the horrors of the last few days. She walked on in a half daze. A smudge of charcoal in a world of drifting whiteness.