Love Bear Nun

by Ava Hunt

  “And what do we owe the pleasure of a visit from you, gorgeous?” The lobby officer asked.

  “I’m just wondering if anything… weird or abnormal happened last night? Any strange sightings, maybe some sounds?” Jacinda asked as casually as possible.

  “Maybe, what’s it to you?” The officer behind the desk said, playfully teasing Jacinda. When he saw that she wasn't in a playful mood, he relented, “Alright, alright, yeah, there was some weird sounds last night and some guy wandering around.”

  “Some guy?” Jacinda replied, glaring over at the officer she had spoken too. “Don’t you think that would be some useful information?”

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was relevant.” The officer replied, “You were looking for one person in the town; how was I supposed to know that was the guy?”

  Jacinda sighed as she left and headed for the town gates angrily. Along the way to the gate she thought she'd ask the other guards there if they’d seen anything.

  “Hey, what happened last night? I’m investigating a missing person.” Jacinda said. It seemed like lately life was much easier when she flirted a bit to get the information she needed, but she was too stressed about Henson to even attempt. “Please tell me, I’m in a hurry. Have you seen a man, about six foot tall, black hair; may have just been wandering around?”

  “Yeah, he was wandering around last night outside the town and then he headed off for the woods. He hasn’t come out since that we know of. We have the perimeter guarded night and day too and nobody’s seen him since.” The guard replied before he breathed in deeply and looked over at the other guard before he looked back at Jacinda. “We did hear some animals howling and whining last night though.”

  And you didn’t think to check it out, asshole?, Jacinda thought but didn’t say a thing as she glared at the gate, knowing that if she did they would accompany her as she did their job for them. “Well that’ll be all then, thank you.”

  Jacinda walked off, completely ignoring the guards when they asked if she’d like them to go with her, exactly like she thought. She headed for the wooded area, knowing that he had to be there and worried about what she might find. As she walked into the tree line she heard rustling through the brush and instinctively made fists of her own. She knew it was a psychological trait kicking in, one called Fight or Flight, and her responses were choosing to fight whatever it was. She wasn’t normally like that, a danger seeker, but she had to find Henson and felt like his life may be in danger, or lost if she doesn’t. She walked through the woods, fearing that Henson was lying somewhere she couldn’t see, hidden under brush or fallen leaves from the dying trees all around.

  Winter was coming about and the beautiful colors were shifting and causing the leaves to fall, covering things up that were visible just hours before, like a body lying unconscious in the woods. It heightened her own anxiety but she focused on the psychological idea that it was her own imagination making up the horrible thoughts, her fears filling in the blanks from where what she knew left off. She knew this to be true because she had studied it for years. She sighed and tried to calm herself down, assuring herself that he was alive somewhere.

  As she looked around she was horrified by the sight of blood splattered on a leaf and followed the trail of blood, fearing she was going to find a body, and she did. It was a naked dead man lying face down and Jacinda instantly ran to his side fearing that it was Henson. She quickly flipped the bloody and torn up body. She exhaled when she saw it wasn’t Henson. She let go of it and stood up, horrified by the sight of the dead body but was still focused enough to check out the wounds that had killed the man. They were claw marks, but they were massive as if some beast the size of an elephant had clawed it. She started shaking, wondering what was in the woods and looked around, spotting yet another dead man lying naked in the brush, barely covered in fallen leaves. She ran over to him and again, it wasn’t Henson.

  The horrifying revelation that the men were killed by something large dawned on Jacinda and she began to wonder if she had walked into her death. She swallowed hard as she forced herself to be brave and continue checking out the woods. She knew she should go and contact the guards about the dead bodies but she wanted to find Henson first. She found a third dead man lying naked in the brush but he was torn in half causing Jacinda to nearly vomit. She could feel the bile rising and she took time to let her stomach settle before pressing on.

  She wondered how powerful something had to be to tear a human in half and began thinking that she should maybe get out of there. She heard movement in the brush behind her and spun around, instantly panicked and the hair on the back of her neck stood straight up. She realized that the sound was coming from something small and it helped her relax but that was only until she heard another moving behind her again. She took a step back and tried getting both movements in her sight but heard yet a third movement start coming towards her through the brush behind her. She spun around and a little fox trotted out from a hollowed out log and scampered into the brush, playing along with another fox. Once they spotted Jacinda they ran away from her as fast as they could but it only told Jacinda that momma was around there too. She breathed in slowly, trying to control her breathing as she felt her heart just thumping in her chest. She looked back at the other two movements and spotted the white tail of a fox just before one of the sounds get hidden in brush again. She smiled, realizing she was out there in the woods with a family of foxes and started relaxing trying to make herself believe there was nothing to fear.

  She looked around the woods and thought about calling out to Henson but wasn’t sure how the dead men had been slain and if the beast was still there; she suspected that it was Henson but wasn’t sure how. Nothing in his file said anything about being a shifter, but she wondered if it had been part of the information that got blacked out. As she walked around a large tree she spotted a cabin in the woods and hoped Henson would have gone there. The fear that someone else may have murdered those men and was staying in the cabin started flooding through Jacinda’s head and stopped her in her tracks. As Jacinda stood there she took a deep breath in and forced herself to continue walking, not defeating the fear but being brave enough to face the possibility.

  Chapter Six

  “Hello?” Jacinda asked out loud, opening the door and realizing that it had been kicked in nearly off its hinges, “Henson, are you in here?”

  “Go away!” Henson yelled before Jacinda heard a low growl, “Get!”

  “No, you missed your appointment and I got worried.” Jacinda replied, “I knew you wouldn’t just miss it. Even your records show that. Where are you?”

  “Go… away!” Henson retorted angrily as Jacinda started making her way through the cabin trying to find him. “Go Jacinda!!”

  “Nope.” She replied stubbornly, “You don’t need to be alone right now.”

  “Get away from me…” Henson said as Jacinda walked into the bedroom where he was, standing in the corner shrouded by a blanket, “I do need to be alone right now, too.”

  “You just think you do.” Jacinda said, walking up to Henson as he tried hiding unsuccessfully in the corner like a child trying their last ditch effort to hide under the bed, but left their feet out. She started to talk again but Henson accidentally backhanded her across her porcelain skinned face.

  “Get the Hell out of here!!” He yelled, barely exposing his body as he lashed out at her but Jacinda had seen that he was covered in blood, “Leave me be… I’ll be alright… in a few days.”

  “No.” Jacinda replied, grabbing the side of her face he had hit her on as Henson threw his blanket off and shifted in front of her; he roared and snarled right in her face but she didn’t budge, not one bit, “So you are a shifter. I suspected that you were, but I’m a woman of science and don’t draw conclusions without evidence.”

  “You’re…” Henson said, his voice much deeper in tone than normal but Jacinda interrupted him.

  “What? Not scared? No, my pare
nts are shifters I just didn’t get the gene. I grew up with shifters so you don’t scare me. I’m just glad you decided not to hit me in that form; what are you, a bear? My father was a wolf.” Jacinda revealed in hopes of calming Henson down but it only enraged him; Henson roared and jumped passed Jacinda, clawing a dresser in two with ease but left the same claw marks that she had seen on the naked dead men. “Henson!”

  “Errgh…” Henson roared lowly as he scratched his claws down the wall before he clawed through it and formed a fist. “Wolves?”

  “What about that just set you off?” Jacinda asked, noticing that he hadn’t hurt her but destroyed the dresser instead.

  “I… I fought some wolf shifters… I don’t know what they’re up to, but I took four of the five of them out.” Henson said in his deep tone of voice before he started shape shifting back into his human form.

  “Are those the bodies I found in the woods? They were shifters?” Jacinda asked, remembering just how large of claw mark had been on the men. “Why was the claw marks so big then?”

  “I clawed them when they were smaller, in their wolf forms, but after death they shift back to their human state so the wounds actually widen out and appear larger.” Henson said in his normal voice as he pulled the blanket around his waist and winced from some pain but Jacinda couldn’t see any wound. “The shitty part is that every time I shift I rip all my clothes… I just hope there are some spare clothes in that dresser I just smashed.”

  “I saw a lot of blood on you before, where did it go?” Jacinda asked as she walked over to Henson and began checking him all over for wounds. Henson flinched and stepped back, hitting his back on the corner of the room. “You don’t have a single scratch on you… was that all from them?”

  “No…” Henson said as Jacinda looked up at him but kept her hands on his chest, slowly dragging just her fingertips down his belly, “I was hurt, but I heal fast. Not too fast but faster than a normal human.”

  “It heals you physically, but how are you doing mentally Henson? That fight must have triggered flashbacks.” Jacinda said, watching as Henson started to shake and looked away from her. “What’s the matter, what’s bothering you?”

  “It doesn’t… it doesn’t heal me, not emotional pain… it’s the only pain it won’t heal…” Henson said as he continued to twitch and shake; he grimaced and hugged Jacinda instinctively. “It doesn’t heal the pain… I didn’t sign up for this shit…”

  As they held each other they both looked at each other and embraced their emotions. Overcome with their closeness, Jacinda's lips found his. Henson pulled Jacinda into him but felt his internal physical wounds in his gut still shoot spikes of pain up his spine. He continued to kiss her as Jacinda kissed him back, running her hands up and down his back. She looked at Henson seductively. However, his sides hurt too bad for him to perform well sexually and he sighed. Jacinda kissed him, helping him feel better but her kisses left his mouth and began kissing down his neck. As soon as she started kissing down to his chest, Henson knew what was going to happen. He felt blood rush to his cock and bulge it a little, but he held back, not wanting to come across as overzealous. He was already naked so he couldn’t hide the fact that his cock was thickening, but it wasn’t a full-blown erection, yet.

  Henson breathed in deeply, completely unable to believe he was about to get head from Jacinda and then she did it. She stuck his cock in her mouth and began swirling her tongue around it as she put more and more in her mouth at once. Henson moaned as his abs tensed up and winced in pain, but it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as it had before. His mind was much more focused on Jacinda and what she was doing with his dick. He couldn’t help but cum quickly but Jacinda didn’t mind, since it had been her goal. She swallowed Henson’s load and wiped her mouth off as she stood back up with a smile on her face.

  “Feel better?” Jacinda asked with a cute smile as she walked up and hugged Henson. “Are you Phillips to get back to town yet?”

  Henson was dumbstruck. Jacinda had traipsed through the woods to find him, making sure he was not in peril, and then had given him a mind-blowing oral feast. Perhaps he hadn't misread her; perhaps she had wanted him every bit as much as he had wanted her.

  “Yeah, if there are clothes in that dresser.” Henson said, relieved more than ever as he stood there in disbelief of what had just happened; as he walked over and checked the dresser he broke he realized that the little signs that he was picking up on during their sessions just might have been accurate. “So, were you wearing more seductive clothes on purpose or was that just the way you dress?”

  “When?” Jacinda asked all innocent-like.

  “During our second session; I noticed you had a bit more cleavage showing and you even lean up a bit. Is that on purpose? Because it’s working.” Henson said with a chuckle, thinking more about her as he got dressed and realized that he hadn’t had a flashback in a couple of minutes at least but then, as he thought about it, he realized he hadn’t had any flashbacks since he had shifted in front of Jacinda.

  “Nope.” Jacinda replied with a smile and Henson grinned back, feeling like she was actually agreeing without saying it, “But I’m glad it’s working. Let’s get back to town and inform the guards about the bodies.”

  “They’re not just bodies Jacinda, they’re dead shifters. We’ve gotta warn them about the shifters. One of them got away.” Henson replied, seeing flashbacks again but of his fight just the day before so it was more like memories, yet they were vivid and nearly hallucinations, “Ah… There should be four bodies… What do I do?”

  “We have to tell the guards about it so they can take care of the bodies. You were attacked weren’t you?” Jacinda asked as she looked out the front windows of the cabin. “We should be getting back soon too so the guards have enough sunlight to properly check out the scene.”

  Henson started to fear that he might go to prison for killing the wolf shifters but hoped that the guards would understand just why he went after them. He didn’t answer Jacinda, knowing that he had sought the wolves out and felt like it would somewhat counter out being attacked; he had went into their area. He wondered if perhaps the wolf shifters were just being protective and clutched his fists together as he and Jacinda headed out of the cabin.

  “What’s wrong?” Jacinda asked as they headed out. She had noticed him wince and wasn’t going to let it pass by. “You’re squeezing your hands together now. What are you thinking about?”

  “Just worried that the wolves attacked me out of fear… I did walk into the woods, but they attacked me. They can’t be just attacking anybody who goes in these woods. They were vicious. It makes me wonder where the fifth one went, the survivor; it headed north through the woods.” Henson answered, trying to keep his mind there in the now with speaking and was glad that Jacinda was there, someone he could confide in. “We’ve got to warn the guards that one other wolf shifter that got away.”

  “Although that’s not unheard of, it’s unlikely. Look at the other animals in the woods they could have chosen for food but they decided to attack you. You’re technically a person and they’ve shown that they’re willing to hurt people. We have to tell the guards.” Jacinda said as they got closer to town. “Let me do the talking.”

  I'm a shifter too. Just because bear shifters get military training and are part of a special covert operation doesn't make me above wolf shifters. I'm just trained to attack them, he thought.

  “No problem; I’m not big on talking anyway.” Henson said lowly as they approached the town gates guarded by two guards on each side.

  “Excuse me but we have an issue.” Jacinda said once they walked into the guard post inside the city; the guard behind the desk was the same guard that she had spoken to in her office. “Remember this guy? Yeah, you said you seen him wondering around outside of town last night and didn’t do anything, even when you heard noises but just put it off as animals fighting. He was being attacked by wolf shifters! You’re lucky he survived or you’d be
facing involuntary manslaughter charges.”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down.” The guard said, somewhat panicked by Jacinda’s angry tone. “Tell me about this attack? How do you know they were wolf shifters?”

  “Because they fuckin’ attacked me. I saw them closer than we are now.” Henson blurted out angrily, glaring at the guard. “Five attacked, four are laying dead in the woods, one left…”

  “And he almost died!” Jacinda said angrily, glaring at Henson briefly.

  “So these bodies out there, you’re saying that he’s responsible for them?” The guard said, trying to reverse the blame but Jacinda wasn’t having any of it.

  “Yeah, bodies he had to defend himself from because none of you guards checked out a suspicious sound.” Jacinda said, making the guard feel like it was his fault again.

  “If he got attacked by wolf shifters then where’s his wounds?” The guards asked, looking over at Henson and checking him up and own. “He’s got no wounds whatsoever. You expect me to believe he made it out of that fight without a scratch?”