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Bonus Book 5: Mates Forever (Shades of Werewolf Series Book 5)

By:
T.S. Ryder

Description

A Wolf without memories, a Bear fighting for her love, and their unborn Shifter child. Will they find a happy ending?

This is the final part of the hot 5-part “Shades of Werewolf” series.

Mary Locke knows she is meant to be with Andre Mitchel, even though she can't remember anything since her Wolf was purged two months ago. She can feel something inside her drawing her to him, and when he tells her that they're soulmates, she just knows it's true.

But when her Wolf is drawn out by the full moon, bringing with it memories of pain and fear that have driven it mad, Mary must regain all her memories and reclaim her Wolf before it's too late–for her and her unborn child both.

Andre Mitchel's life was irrevocably changed by Mary's presence in his life. With other Bears looking to hunt down the Wolves, he knows he must fight against them and rescue Mary's brother Peter, a man whom he has hated for many years, in order for the Wolves to have a chance at changing their society for the better. He must do it for them for Mary, and for himself.

With their futures on the line, will these soulmates have a happy ending?

The light hurt.

She had been trapped for so long, her pain keeping her in darkness, binding her deep within herself. Until now, when she saw light and beauty again. The pregnant moon, life-bringer, a symbol of wholeness and fortune. The white light burned her eyes, stung her nose with its sweet scent.
Oh, Luna! Why did you leave me? Why did you stop calling to me?

She sensed others around her and her gaze tore from the painful light. Harsher, colder lights greeted her, causing everything to blur in streaks of orange. Screams of fear pierced her ears. A growl rumbled up her throat.

They feared her and would try to kill her. They would hurt her again, put her back in that damned hell of darkness where Luna could not, would not be able to reach her.

"Mary."

Her gaze focused on the figure closest to her. It was familiar. Her heart song welled in her chest but she growled a warning as it–he–stepped forward. The black eyes in his tanned face were soft, his movements slow. Unafraid. His fingers brushed the fur against her sternum, warming the chill in her heart.

She cocked her head. She knew him. He had been with her when she had gone into the darkness. His voice had been in her ears and made the pain a little less.

No. He had not been with her. She had kept him closer, her memories of him protecting her light from drowning in the dark. Her body leaned towards him. He would protect her. He would stop them from putting her back in the darkness.

"Mary," he whispered again. She stepped towards him, trusting him.

A loud, harsh noise broke her concentration. A human. Anger on his face, in his voice. He would kill her!

Not if I kill him first.

***

Andre's arms shot out as Mary lunged forward, bloodlust in her eyes. A scream that sounded half-animal, half-human tore from her throat. As he wrapped his arms around her chest, she thrashed this way and that, kicking and scratching as she fought to get at the wide-eyed man that stood near the door to the Denny's restaurant.

"Mary!" he shouted. "Calm down! Calm down!"

Her Wolf was drawn out by the full moon after being purged
, he thought desperately.
She's gone mad.

He knew she would attack and kill until she was killed–unless he got her away from here. Mary's head swung around and clamped down on his shoulder, teeth slicing into his flesh. Andre cried out but used her break in focus to twist her to the ground, keeping her locked in place with his body and strength. He briefly caught a glimpse of a waitress on a phone as he went down.

"A wolf! It's attacking a man!"

A curse burst from Andre's mouth. He groped on the bench where Mary had been sitting, searching for the strips of cloth that had torn when her Wolf took her. Damn humans! The more noise they made, the louder Mary's snarls grew and the more she fought. He found what was left of her pants and tied the Wolf's chomping mouth shut, flinching when he heard her whimper.

"I'm sorry, Mary," he said, desperately hoping she would remember none of this in the morning. "I'm so sorry."

He forced his own shirt over her head, pinning her front legs against her chest, before binding her hind legs. Scooping her into his arms, he bolted for the door.

"Wait, you can't leave!" Somebody blocked his path.

Andre's Bear rumbled a threat, the growl coming deep from his chest causing the human's eyes to widen. They scrambled backward, clearing the way. Andre wasted no more time. He pushed through the doors, holding the writhing, incensed Wolf that was his love and life, tightly to his heart. He kept her on his lap as he got into the truck, stroking her ragged fur.

"Hold on," he gasped, the pain from her bites on his neck starting to wind up his neck to his head.

He ignored traffic lights and speed limits as he swerved through the streets. If they got far enough from the city, he could release Mary and let her Wolf run free. He could run with her. Maybe that would help.

Maybe she would remember the times that they ran through the woods together, playing in the snow and chasing small animals until the full moon's call passed and she could retake her human form. Then they would lie in front of the fire, making love. She was always tireless the day after the full moon.

"It's going to be okay, Mary," he said as she went limp, steering with one hand. "It's going to be okay."

***

Why was he doing this to her? She fought the bindings that clamped her mouth shut. Why was he imprisoning her, hurting her like this? He was supposed to be the one she could trust! The one who cared for her, protected her from the others.

Was he going to put her back into the darkness?

The harsh, artificial lights slowly died away, leaving only the call of Luna, the pure white light that told her to run and rejoice. But how was she meant to do that when he had betrayed her? She could not rejoice when the one she rejoiced with had bound her so tightly it hurt.

His voice was in her ears though she couldn't understand what he said. She fought against the song that rang through her blood at the sound of his voice, but slowly, despite herself, she relaxed against his body. He was so warm and she had been so cold for so long. All she wanted was to run with him once more, to feel the warmth of his love and to play their nighttime games.

By the time the movement about her stopped, she was laying still, trembling, no longer fighting against his bonds. He held her face, gently sliding his fingers over her ears.

A breath of cool air wafted over her face. Her nose twitched. Pines, spruces, firs. The scent of the forest. Berries, leaves, rain. The scent of summer.

He cradled her in his arms, whispering soothing words to her as he carried her away from the black human road that wound its way through the trees. The wind moved about them, combing its fingers through her dense black fur. Luna sent dancing shadows all about them.

Her man set her down on the ground and a hand stroked her head over and over. The pressure keeping her legs bound to her sides eased, the muzzle was removed. She stumbled to her feet, shaking herself. Her paws were numb and her joints stiff. She flattened her ears against her skull as she looked at him. He was shedding his clothes and she backed up warily. What would he do now?

In a blink, he was gone. A Bear stood where he had been.

A howl of grief ripped out of her throat as the rage burned through her. No! She would not lose him like this. No matter what he did, he was hers and she would not let go! Her howl turned to a snarl and she lunged forward, teeth bared and slashing at the Bear's throat. She would make it give him back!

The grizzly bear grunted and jerked away. She hung on and was dragged backward. Her teeth lost their grip and she tumbled down, rolling over and over. She found her feet and sprang again. The Bear made a pained, mournful sound. It pulled away again but did not bite or attack. Why? Why wasn't it defending itself? It had devoured him quick enough, why hesitate with her? She sunk her teeth into it again.

Andre
. The name rang in her mind and she released her hold on the Bear. Andre. That was his name.

The Bear had not devoured him–he was the Bear! Blood filled her mouth, tasting foul, as she jerked away, eyes widening. He was the Bear.

Her heart seized within her.
What have I done?
She turned and ran before she could think another thought.

***

Blood oozed from Andre's wounds, trickling through his thick brown fur. He shook off the pain. He'd had worse. Her bites did not go too deep. What hurt most was that Mary had attacked him, Mary not knowing who he was.

He limped as he followed after her. His shoulder and neck ached, even as  he moved as quickly as he could, but he soon lost her in the maze of bushes and tree. His heart jumped to his throat and he swung his head back and forth, sniffing the air for her. If he lost her now, after everything they had been through, he would never forgive himself.

It was a stupid mistake to go into a restaurant at midnight. Even though her Wolf had been purged and she had no memories of their past, he should not have assumed that her Wolf would stay dormant.

Oh, god! If anything happens…

It would be his fault. Panic tore at his throat.

A faint scent caught his attention and he swung his head towards it. It was Mary. He followed the scent, forcing himself to go slow,  keeping her smell in his nostrils at all times.

He found her under a wild blackberry bush. Her green eyes gleamed in the moonlight, but not with that desire for blood that had been there moments ago. Now it was only the reflection of the moon. When she saw him, she whimpered and scooted further under the bushes.

Andre clicked his tongue to reassure her, laying down. He didn't dare repress his Bear–if she was taken by that madness again, he might not have the chance to embrace it again. He wouldn't put Mary through the guilt of whatever injuries she inflicted if that happened.

So instead, he lay as close to her as he could while continuing to make the soft, reassuring noises, and waited for morning to come.

Mary fell into a fitful sleep sometime before dawn.

Andre stayed as close to her as he could, watching her. He knew when the clock turned to five in the morning, because her Wolf slowly melted away, leaving her naked and shivering under the bush. Light bruises dusted over her arms and legs. He flinched, knowing he had caused them when he tied her.

The Bear pushed aside the blackberry tangles and laid next to her. She didn't wake, but curled into his belly, her fingers digging into his fur. He wrapped himself around her the best he could, wishing he could do more than provide her warmth. What would she remember in the morning?

Despite the terror of the night, he could not deny that there was an excitement that beat against his chest. Her Wolf returning from being purged. Would it stay? Maybe it would bring her memories with it.

When the sun rose and Mary still hadn't awakened, Andre suppressed his Bear and gathered her into his arms, trying his best not to jostle her. She leaned into his chest, her eyes fluttering open as he lifted her.

"Put me down," she mumbled, wrapping an arm around his neck. "I can walk and I'm too heavy to carry."

Andre shook his head. "You're perfect."

"Not what I meant." She laid her head on his shoulder.

With a sigh, she drifted off again. Andre's brows furrowed as he picked up his pace. The transformation always filled her with energy in months past, not drained her like this. Was this because her Wolf was exhausted from having to fight its way to the moon?

When he reached the truck, he wrapped her in a sleeping bag and dressed in the same clothes he'd been borrowing from her. They hadn't wanted to take the time to go shopping before this, but now they didn't have a choice. They had nothing left to wear.

***

By the time he bought new clothes for them both and they were out of the city again, Mary was awake.

"I'm sorry," she said, twisting the hem of her new shirt in her hands. "I don't know what happened last night, but I can see it wasn't pleasant."

She touched one of the bites on his neck.

Andre's heart sank a little, but he managed a smile at her. "What do you remember from last night?"

"Being afraid. It was like a nightmare. I was afraid that they were going to bury me in a black hole but I don't know who they were…" Her gaze flickered over the bites on his shoulders and neck. "I remember enough to know I wasn't…. human."

"I'm fine. We Bears heal very quickly. Don't worry about me."

Mary turned away. She was visibly shaking, so Andre pulled her into his arms, wanting to reassure her. She remained stiff but allowed him to hold her.

"What about the baby?" Her voice cracked.

"What?"

Mary looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "The baby. That transformation. What if something happened to the baby because of it?"

"Shifters like you and me have babies all the time. The shifting between forms has never harmed them." He tucked a strand of her shoulder-length dyed auburn hair behind her ear. "You don't have to worry."

"I bet normal shifting isn't like
that
, though." Mary shivered a little. "It's not that… violent."

Andre nodded slowly. It was true. The involuntary change Wolves went through on the full moon could very well be more dangerous than normal shifting, especially in Mary's case. His hand pressed to her stomach, wishing he could sense if their baby was alright, or if the change
had
hurt it. "We'll stop at the emergency room in the next town. Okay?"

Mary shook her head. "Too far away. We need to go back to the city we just left."

"Okay." Andre wrapped his arms around her again. She was right. It was a better idea to know for certain than to continue to worry about it. "Okay, we'll do that."

Even after they went to the emergency room and the doctors assured her that everything was fine with the baby, Mary still shivered. The fear from the previous night was still seeping in her bones. She did not want to sit still or be near others, in case they were the ones that had hurt her before.

For the past two months, she had remembered nothing about her past. She had woken up in a hospital with a strange man leaning over her, telling her she had been in an accident. That man, David, had claimed to be her husband. Mary had believed him, even though it sounded wrong.

After all, he was there. He had their apartment and bills with their names on them. She even had a job. Everything had felt like fresh paint on an old park bench. It felt like if she scratched deep enough she would see the splinters and it would all fall apart.

It was only a few days since she had met Andre and learned the truth. She was a Wolf, he was a Bear, and apparently they were soulmates. It sounded right, felt like the truth, but she still questioned her sanity for believing it, even after being attacked by a polar bear.

Until last night.

A shudder ran up her spine as she remembered the call of the moon, the loss of control as
something
inside her followed that call and melded with her mind. But worse were the memories that it brought with it, the memories that still cluttered her mind.

"Stop."

They were almost at the city limits again, and Andre's brow furrowed as he looked at her. "Mary, we have to get going."

"If another Bear like that Grant Easton was going to attack us, it would have attacked us last night." She couldn’t believe her own words, but her heart was pounding against her chest and her head spun. "I have to get out of this truck!"

She reached for the door handle. Andre stomped on the breaks, sending her jerking forward. The seatbelt caught her, choking her, and she fought with it. Andre was next to her suddenly, putting his arms around her. He did not physically restrain her, but as his warmth enveloped her, she felt safe. Truly safe.
Finally
safe. Mary leaned against him, shaking uncontrollably.

Andre stroked her hair, rocking her gently. "What do you remember?"

"Pain," she blurted. "It hurt so much. Like my soul was being ripped in half. I remember now… I remember my Wolf being purged. I never thought of us as two separate beings until then. And now it's afraid and angry and… I remember your face. I remember thinking about you while it was being purged and I remember wondering why you weren't there to stop them."

Andre flinched but didn't say anything.

Mary burrowed herself deeper into his chest. "Andre.
Andre
. I'm so afraid. I'm afraid that when I fall asleep and wake up, I'll have forgotten everything again."

"You won't. I promise you won't. You are going to be fine, my love. I love you. I won't let anybody hurt you again."

The promise helped ease her shivering. She inhaled his tree-like scent and turned her face towards his neck. She could feel his pulse beneath her lips. More than anything, at that moment, she wanted her body joined to his. She wanted to feel his strength, to be filled with his warmth.

"Andre," she whispered, staring into his eyes.

His gaze was tender as he looked back. "What do you need me to do?"

"I want you inside of me. But not here, not in this truck. I want to be someplace safe, someplace with walls between me and the world. Please. Please."

He stroked her hair and pressed a kiss to her mouth. "We need to go—"

"No! We need to…
I
need to feel that connection. I need to be with you."

"You are with me."

She shook her head. "That's not what I mean."

He looked hesitant.

"Please."

He kissed her. "We'll stay in a hotel tonight."

He sighed, and it seemed like he was going to say more, but was silent.

As they returned to the city, Mary remained tense, wrapping her arms around herself. Maybe it would be better to find some place in the woods to make love like they had before. Maybe the city was more dangerous than being under the clear blue sky.

Soon they were in a hotel room, high above the city on the sixth floor. The sound of traffic was present but muffled. Mary felt the fear in her chest loosening. It was safe here with Andre next to her. Nobody would be able to find or hurt her.

More importantly, if the Wolf came back, it couldn't hurt anybody.

She sat on the queen bed that was situated right in the middle of the room under a large, abstract painting. When she patted the space beside her, Andre hesitated.

"Maybe it would be better for you to just rest. It was a hard night for you."

Mary's gaze traced the shallow bite marks on his neck. "If you don't want to—"

"It's not that I don't want to." Andre knelt in front of her, taking her hands in his. He kissed her fingertips. "I just… after last night, I don't know why you would want to." He laughed, his face going red. "I guess I'm afraid that you're just doing this because you think that's what
I
want."

"Dear Andre." She cupped his face in both her hands. "I love you. But after last night, there's a part of me that is afraid. When I'm in your arms, I'm not so afraid. If you think I should just rest, I can do that—"

He cut her off with a searing kiss to her mouth. She took that as meaning he wanted her as much as she wanted him and kissed back, wrapping her arms around him. He leaned forward, parting her knees with his chest. The last remnants of the cold that had filled her the previous night dissolved in the heat he gave her and she closed her eyes. She let the pleasant sparks beneath her skin wash away the memories of pain that flashed through her brain.

He drew back slightly and her heart fluttered. Andre grinned at her, sliding his hands under her shirt. Mary moaned and began tugging it off, but Andre caught the hem and held it in place. He shook his head.

"Not this time, Mary. This time, I am giving the orders, got it?"

Another moan but Mary made herself nod. There was a tantalizing, teasing quality to Andre's movements that kept her still while her hands clenched into the blankets beneath her. His hands found her breasts under her shirt, shifting her bra up so that his warm, strong fingers could knead her soft flesh. Each touch was like an explosion under her skin and Mary let her head fall back.

Andre lifted her shirt over her head. The cool air brushing over her skin made her shiver, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of his breath. Mary smiled and brushed her fingers through his hair, loving the silky texture of it.

His palm pressed between her knees. Gently at first, but then getting harder and harder. Heat built in her core and it was all she could do to keep herself still. She clung to him while he trailed kisses between her breasts. She bit the inside of her mouth, closing her eyes.
He's the one deciding what we do.

It felt… exhilarating, giving control to him.
Knowing
he'd keep her safe.

His movements were gentle and slow as he undressed her. His fingers played around her, dancing around their mark, stroking gently. Mary molded herself to him. Her fingers digging into his shirt as a cry burst from her throat. Tremors built in her stomach and shot up her legs. She felt something inside her shift, that thing that woke with the moon. She heard a distant howl. It was her Wolf calling for him.

But the call was safe. The Wolf wouldn't push her aside. It wouldn't attack.

And then they were joined and moving together, one flesh. Mary stared into Andre's eyes. Her Wolf welled inside her, answering a call that came from Andre's soul. But there was still fear somewhere inside. Even as she and Andre tumbled off the edge together, her Wolf retreated and she could no longer feel it.

When they were finished, they lay side-by-side. Mary's eyes were closed. She didn't want to think, but the thoughts still chased themselves around her skull. How was she supposed to get her Wolf back? Did she even want it back? And her memories–could she get them back without her Wolf? Or were they connected?

Andre's breath was warm on her neck. "What are you thinking?"

She didn't want to ruin the moment with her confused thoughts, so she smiled. "Is that normally how it is? I only have that one memory of the two of us together. It was good, but I think this was even better."

"Normally you're in control," he replied, nibbling at her neck again.

"You don't mind that?"

Andre rested on his elbow and stroked her hair from her face. "Did you mind?"

She shook her head.

"Neither do I. That said, I really
did
enjoy being in control this time."

Mary laughed. As his arms snaked around her again, she leaned into his warmth, letting her body relax. The horrors that flashed through her memories did not seem so bad now. The future might bring her Wolf and her memories, but maybe that wasn't so important... Whatever had happened was over and she was with the one she loved now. Her eyes drifted shut and she played that thought over and over in her mind.

I'm with Andre. That's all that matters.