Big Top Bear Raid (Wolves of Stone Ridge, #64) by Gerda Haveman

Author:Gerda Haveman [Haveman, Gerda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
Published: 2025-09-10T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

WRAITH IGNORED EURIK, who was half sprawled across his lap. Considering the sudden tension thrumming from his mate, the scent hitting his nostrils in sharp waves, it wasn’t that hard. He swept his gaze over Zion’s face, seeing the lines of disbelief and strain there.

Just what the hell is he scenting?

Tipping his chin down and to the side, putting him closer, Wraith took a discreet whiff of Eurik’s wrist. Except, all he could smell was bear and human. Considering Eurik was a bear shifter and he’d probably been around a bunch of humans, that didn’t really tell him much.

“Tell me,” Zion demanded. This time, there was a growl in his voice, betraying his rising frustration. “Tell me who?”

Gripping Zion’s wrist, Wraith squeezed lightly. “Let Eurik go,” he encouraged softly, gaining his mate’s attention. Keeping his voice low, he murmured, “You’re making a scene, my mate.”

Zion’s nostrils flared, and when he cut his attention to Wraith, his eyes were narrowed and hard. After a few seconds, his expression softened. He leaned close to Wraith and took in a long breath, obviously taking in his scent to calm himself, before letting it out through pursed lips. Finally, Zion peeled his fingers from Eurik’s arm and released him.

Eurik slowly straightened, although he remained leaning close. “A guy working the clothing booth,” he told him quietly, glancing at the others before refocusing on Zion. “Said he also helped out with the animals.” Grimacing, Eurik lowered his voice further and admitted, “He’s attracted to me, so I figured I could use that. Ya know?” The bear shifter scented of unease even as he told them, “If he wants to impress me and all, he might take me back there.”

“It’s a good plan,” Congo rumbled. At some point, he’d pivoted on the bench seat in front of them. Congo crouched near Zion’s legs, resting a hand on Wraith’s mate’s knee, either to soothe or encourage. “Talk to me, Zion. What has you so upset?”

“W-Will—” Zion paused and cleared his throat before trying again. “Will you smell Eurik’s wrist and tell me if you scent anything...familiar?” Grimacing, he quickly added, “That’s not him, of course.”

Congo nodded and held out his hand to Eurik. The other bear shifter placed the multitude of spicy brown mustard packets onto his tray with his corn dogs, then held out his hand to the alpha. Congo gripped the back of his hand and lifted his wrist to his nose.

After taking a long slow sniff, Congo lowered Eurik’s hand, but he didn’t release him. He narrowed his eyes and seemed to be thinking. Congo hesitated a few seconds before bringing Eurik’s wrist to his nose once more.

Once Congo had taken in the smell again, he released Eurik. He rested his forearms on his knees and scowled at the floor. Finally, Congo lifted his head and peered at Zion, questions filling his dark eyes.

“How is that possible?” Congo whispered.

Zion shook his head, looking just as shell-shocked. “I-I don’t know.”

“We need to get back there to check,” Congo declared softly.

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