Owen (BBW Western Bear Shifter Romance) (Rodeo Bears Book 2) (77 page)

Layla and Brent glanced at one another, their eyes brimming with concern.

“We expect to have the issues resolved within a few hours, but for your own safety, please enjoy the spa, café and other indoor facilities of the Old Spring building for now. We’re very sorry to limit your experience at this time, but this is a nature reserve and nature does happen. Thank you for your time.”

Layla was already up and moving. Brent followed her, asking questions with every step.

“Does this mean those werecats are here? The numbers that Si talked about? Layla? Layla, will you talk to me?”

But Layla could hear nothing. All she knew was that danger was lurking right outside her window, like it did so often at home. And here she was, helpless and useless, watching the bad things of the world happen from her room. She felt the old sting of regret and loss burning in her belly, and she shook her head. In her bedroom, she ransacked the closet and found her running gear, the darkest sweat-suit that she owned. Regardless of Brent and his panicked questions, she began to change her clothes.

“Oh no,” he chided at once. “You
cannot
be thinking of going out there. Girl, are you crazy? This isn’t pest control, or a freaking raccoon problem!” He still achieved no reply. “You’re insane. You’ve gone totally insane.”

When Layla was dressed and ready to leave the room, she found Brent blocking the door.
 

“Sorry honey,” he told her, “crazy people don’t get to leave this room.”

“I can’t leave Ben out there alone,” she insisted.

“He is
not
alone,” Brent shot back. “There’s whole team of rangers, right?”

“You don’t know that,” Layla pleaded. “They could be outnumbered, or separated from each other.”

“Plus he’s a
bear
,” Brent pressed. “Have you thought about that? I mean, what are a few cats gonna do to a huge grizzly bear?”

Layla could see the reasoning in his words, but her mind flashed back to Ben’s tense seriousness the night before. When he’d spoken of Si’s clan working as a hunting pack, it didn’t sound like he felt capable of taking them on alone. She couldn’t quell the fear in her heart, and she put her hands on Brent’s skinny chest, gripping his t-shirt tight.

“Get out of my way,” she demanded.

“No!” Brent insisted. “What do you think you’re gonna do? What is a Crenshaw-adjacent shop-girl gonna do against a pack of wild cats bent on violence?”

“I just have to go,” Layla urged. She felt the tears burning against her eyes, and she let Brent’s shirt go. “When Dad was out there alone… I didn’t go. If I’d gone, maybe…”

Sobs burst from her chest, and soon the water flowed in silver lines down her cocoa-colored skin. Brent broke, his mood switching as it so often did.
 

“Oh honey,” he said, reaching out to hold her.

It was a huge mistake. The second he took a step forward, Layla smashed him to one side and bolted out of the door. She ran down the hallway, tears still stinging her face. She had no idea what she was doing, it really
was
totally crazy to think that she could help. But she wouldn’t stand by and see Ben face Clan Reed alone. She had to find him and know that he was safe.

“Where are you going?” Brent screamed after her.

It was a very good question, one which Layla had no answer to.

Layla took the south circuit of the park, the one on which she and Ben had been reunited. The whole thing usually took a couple hours to complete, but with her mind blazing in panic and worry, she was running at double the usual pace. Breathless and terrified, Layla streaked past the trees, hills and springs in search of the guy who’d sworn to protect her. He’d been there for her when Si made his creepy little approach at the grill, and he’d stayed all night to calm her nerves. She couldn’t let him down.

It was after two full circuits that she began to lose hope. That section of the park was totally void of tourists, all of them heeding Anina’s warning to stay safe and out of the wilds for a while. Layla was fraught as she reached a bend in the path, screeching to a halt and panting with short, sharp breaths. There was dense forest off the path to her right. The trees were so thick here that sunlight barely pushed through their canopy, and the darkness of the thicket drew Layla in.

She walked for a few tentative minutes, listening to the rustling in the trees all around. Nerves and exhaustion had turned her spine to Jell-O, and she was beginning to heed all of Brent’s warnings from earlier in the day. What
was
she doing out here? She had let the past get her all mixed up, her emotions putting her into danger. Now, she was deep in a forest filled with vengeful men, or vengeful beasts, depending on whether they had transformed or not. Perhaps it was a sensible idea to turn back now, and see if there was any news of Ben at the lodge.

The cry of an animal stopped her in her tracks. Somewhere not far off, a long mournful call was coming from a growling beast. It hit a place deep in Layla’s heart, setting her off with tears again. The animal didn’t sound fierce or furious. It was wailing, crying even. Another long call echoed off the trees, and Layla felt every inch of the creature’s pain. She followed the sound of the cry, treading softly through the trees.

What she found was a bear lying by the side of a stream. To her horror, there was a trail of blood beside the animal. It was only a very thin trail, but it was trickling into the stream and coloring it with a pinkish glow. In the semi-dark of the dense forest, Layla observed the huge, heaving body of the grizzly. He had dark fur in a shade of brown that she recognized, and his eyes were wide and golden. His massive jaw opened, displaying a full set of large, sharp teeth as he wailed again.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Layla said gently. “I’m here, I’m gonna help you.”

How
she was going to help, she wasn’t clear on. Department store first aid didn’t exactly prepare a girl to dress the wounds of a grizzly bear. She approached the animal and put one gentle hand on the side of its head. She could feel the heave of his breath and she tried to soothe him a little, stroking the soft fur. The wound was further down, matting some hair on the right side of his abdomen. Layla inspected it carefully, finding that it was smaller than she’d first thought. Perhaps it wasn’t as bad as it looked.

And then, something incredible began to happen. The bear felt as though he was buzzing, just for a moment, with a kind of energy that Layla couldn’t describe. It made her take her hand away from him, and she stood back as she realized that he was starting to shrink. Fur receded into flesh, which was appearing all over the body of the being on the ground. Layla was amazed by the way the head changed shape, the long snout and jaw of the grizzly twisting into a more square form, before it settled back into an almost-human face. Moments later, there was a naked man, who lay bleeding beside the stream. Layla looked at him carefully, studying his wave of dark hair and the shape of his face.

“Oh,” she exclaimed, “you’re Dietrich, aren’t you? Ben’s brother?”

Dietrich nodded, but as he did the jerk of the motion made him clutch his stomach in agony. There, Layla realized that what had looked like a small wound on a bear was much larger on the abdomen of a man.

“Can you get me to the clan?” Dietrich pleaded. “I can’t stay here. I’ll bleed out.”

Layla helped the injured shifter to his feet, and she felt his considerable weight leaning on her for support. She gave him the jacket of her black sweat-suit, and he tied it at his waist to try and stem his bleeding. With his massive arm over her slim shoulders, Layla did her best to guide Dietrich to safety. He was panting and unsure of himself, talking downright nonsense by the time they were on the path that approached Old Spring Lodge. And all that Layla could do was keep him calm and keep him going, that fierce determination back in her chest.

Ben was there when they arrived at the lodge, along with Anina and a woman that Layla had never seen before. It was immediately apparent that the pretty blonde was Dietrich’s girlfriend. From the moment she glanced Layla hefting him up the path, she burst into tears and rushed to help. Ben dashed in and took over on Layla’s side, which gave her a chance to heave out an exhausted sigh. Dietrich had been getting heavier and heavier with every step of the circuit, and now the blood from his wound was coating his bare legs and making Layla’s jacket sag with its weight.

“Get him inside, Hart’s waiting with first aid,” Anina urged.

At the door to the Old Spring, tourists peered from behind a makeshift blockade. To them, it must have looked as though poor Dietrich had been savaged by the animals in Anina’s warning. It was true, if you left out the other details of the situation. Kurt and Reinicke were at the door, and they lifted Dietrich clean into the air when he reached them. Soon he had vanished down the corridor of the luxury hotel, a dripping trail of blood in his wake.

“There, there, Elise,” Anina said, gathering the blonde girl into her arms. “Hart’s trained for this. He did three years at med school before he quit. It’s a decent wound, but not too deep. It’ll be all right.”

Anina’s pained look suggested that she might not believe her own words, but she cradled Dietrich’s girlfriend all the same. The two women slowly re-entered the lodge, and Layla found that she was clutching her aching heart from all the strain. She looked at Ben, who was staring at her in amazement.

“I came here to see if you were okay,” he explained, “but I sounded the alarm as soon as your friend told me you’d gone out. If we hadn’t all been here getting a search party together, Dietrich might’ve…”

Ben stopped himself, his voice verging on breaking. Then, without warning, he stepped up to Layla and kissed her. He held her shoulders, strong hands gripping her tightly, and his kiss was warm and firm where it pressed on her lips. The contact sent tingles rushing down her arms and straight through her body, like a bolt of lightning passing into the ground. But no sooner than she’d been struck, the moment was over. She’d barely had time to enjoy it before Ben broke it off.

“Thank you,” he said. Then, his gaze widened, as if he realized what he’d just done. “Oh God, I’m sorry. I’m just so grateful, I-”

Layla took her chance before he could make any excuses. She cupped Ben’s handsome face with her palms and kissed him back, more gently than he had kissed her. Her lips lingered on his hungrily, ghosting against them for a few extra seconds when the kiss had technically already ended. Ben’s hands had found her waist in the exchange, and he held her afterwards, looking at her in amazement.

“I panicked, and I went looking for you,” Layla confessed, “and now I guess it was lucky that I did.”

“So lucky,” Ben agreed with a relieved grin.

“Did you find them?” Layla urged as her fears came back to her. “Was it Clan Reed running wild out there?”

Ben gave a nod, but his expression soon turned grave. He let Layla go, and she felt the lack of contact painfully. She was exhausted and afraid, and she wanted nothing more than to fall into those powerful arms of his, but there was too much left to worry about.
 

“It was Si and his beasts all right,” Ben confirmed, “but we didn’t get ‘em. Dietrich chased them off into the deeper woods and we lost him. I know he put up a good fight, else he wouldn’t be here now.”

Ben cast a worried look to the lodge, and Layla understood that he wanted to be there for his big brother. She put a hand on his forearm gently.

“We should go in and see if Hart needs help,” she suggested. “I’m not much of a nurse, but I’ll bet he could use some spare hands if-”

“No,” Ben cut in. There was a pause, and Layla let her hand slide away from contact once again. “Dietrich was the eldest of us, the Alpha of the clan. Now the Reeds have put him out of action. Don’t you see what that means?”

Layla shook her head a little, engulfed by the fear and fury that had overtaken Ben’s face.

“I’m the Alpha’s only brother,” he explained. “It means I’m next to be taken out.”

When the beauty and peace of Fairhaven settled into a balmy summer evening, all was not calm at Old Spring Lodge. Dietrich’s wound had been attended to, stitched and dressed, but he was spiking a huge fever from the shock and the blood loss. For want of a better place, the Best family had taken him into Layla’s suite, not daring to move him any further than that. Elise was by his side in Layla’s bedroom, the door closed, but everyone in the living area could still hear the Alpha’s delirious cries of pain and confusion. The clan was impossibly tense, and Ben would not come away from the window.

Layla watched his perfect face, distorted by worry. His shining eyes were trained on the far horizon, where dirt roads vanished into the dark, wooded hills. Anina was on his left and Layla stood to his right, but the comforts of neither woman could shake his unwavering gaze. Ben’s grandmother had hooked her frail arm over the crook of his elbow. She looked so delicate, hanging onto such a massive, muscular limb. Layla wanted to hold him too, but now wasn’t the time. When there did come a time for comfort, though, she knew she’d be waiting eagerly.

“They shouldn’t be out there patrolling alone,” Ben said in a low voice. “Look what happened to Dietrich.”

“Your cousins are on wheels,” Anina soothed gently. “Even a cat pack can’t do much damage to a Land Rover.”

“I just wish we knew where they were,” Ben replied.