My wolf watched as he did.
I wasn’t sure whether she was thrilled by what he was doing, or disgusted, or something else entirely. My wolf gave me absolutely nothing. Not that she had any choice in the matter, according to Zed, but it was still a bit uncomfortable.
The bear slowed her charge, stopping in front of the wolf.
She snarled down at him, and he remained in place.
Almost like he was bowing, or something.
When she snarled again, he slowly rolled to his back, showing her his belly.
Her mouth closed, and she stepped back.
I watched in shock, through my wolf.
I’d seen dozens of videos about run-ins with bears, most of which ended fine, as long as the humans involved didn’t get too close to the bears. I’d read dozens of articles, too, to train myself when it came to what to do if I were ever in a situation involving an angry mama bear.
But I’d never seen or read about anything like what had just happened.
The bear waited as Zed’s wolf rolled back to his paws. He nodded to her before walking after me, and his side pressed to my wolf’s as he led her quietly away from the predator.
What the hell had my wolf been thinking?
And why the hell had the bear responded that way?
It had to have something to do with the werewolf thing; there wasn’t much doubt about that. But why?
And how had my wolf known that was going to happen?
Without a way to ask, I was stuck inside the wolf, silent.
She ran around the forest with Zed’s wolf for at least ten or twelve hours, before falling asleep snuggled up against his side, beneath a rocky overhang.