Woodcutter Werebear (Saw Bears Book 2) by T. S. Joyce

Author:T. S. Joyce [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Romance, Erotic Romance Fiction, Werebear, Shifter
Goodreads: 25136544
Publisher: T.S. Joyce
Published: 2015-03-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Skyler stretched her legs out, searching for cool pockets under the soft covers of her bed. It had to be three in the morning, at least, and sleep still eluded her. Between the push-up contest and all of this change she could feel happening inside of her, she should’ve been exhausted. But instead, she couldn’t hold her arms and legs still for more than a minute before she went to fidgeting again.

She had to cut ties with Roger.

It wasn’t enough to disappear forever and never have closure. She needed to face him and tell him she was leaving. Tell him he’d messed up when he mistreated her. If she didn’t, it would always feel like her heart was half-healed, splayed open, waiting for the last few stitches.

She sat up and pressed the pads of her feet onto the cool floor beside the bed. The room was dark with the blackout curtains covering the windows, but her night vision was excellent. Hooray for shifter senses.

She padded across the room to her oversize purse that sat on top of the dresser. With her phone pulled from the side pocket, she turned it on and waited impatiently. It took forever to turn onto the home screen, or so it seemed as the seconds she spent thinking about what she was going to say to Roger left her hands sweating at the palms.

When the main screen finally glowed through the darkness, it told her she’d missed forty-two calls from Roger. Or as her phone secretly identified him—Assface.

That tiny rebellion had made it easier to shoulder the things he said and did. At least when he called, and the uncharitable name she’d given him flashed across the screen, it felt like a tiny victory in a war she’d long ago lost.

There wasn’t enough reception for her to call out, so she made her way to the living room and stood on the couch. She shoved the phone upward until it touched the sagging ceiling, but it still didn’t have enough bars. Crap.

More determined than ever, she ran into the bedroom and slipped on the jeans she’d borrowed from Brooke, then snuggled into Kellen’s jacket he’d lent her. It swallowed her and hung down to her knees, but it smelled of him and made her feel stronger. Strong enough to do this now. Tonight.

The porch didn’t offer enough reception, so she made her way to a creaking gate in the fence behind 1010 and onto a worn trail that led up the mountain. The moon was only half full, but that was plenty of light for a shifter like her. Farther and farther she hiked until she reached a ledge that overlooked a valley. She gasped and stared out over the vast wilderness. Stars painted the sky, like glitter on a canvas. Pulling her jacket more soundly around her, she lifted her cell to her face. Three bars. Good enough.

Squaring her shoulders, she punched the call button and settled the speaker against her ear.

Roger asked,

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