Romance: Stranded With The Lion: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (BBW Shifter Romance, Werebear Romance, Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (6 page)

Finally, Leo let out a long sigh before turning away to face the fire. Ingrid watched him, but dared not to get close.

“I’m a shifter.”

“A what?” Ingrid asked, not believing.

“A shape-shifter. Specifically, a lion shifter.” Leo explained.

“The form you saw me in… it isn’t what I could be. Which is bigger, stronger.” He trailed off before finally turning around to face her and quietly urged her to take a seat in one of the cushioned seats in the room.

Ingrid felt her shoulders hitch, her nerves beyond rattled, but she knew that if she wanted answers she needed to show she could handle it.

Taking in a slow breath, she approached Leo, but stayed as far away as possible. She sat as soon as he did, watching him warily.

“That day, when you saw me kill that man, I had been hunting for a specific clan. There are more of us, you see. Your kind calls them werewolves, my kind calls them Lycans, or wolves. We do not trust them, and in fact have had issues with them in the past. For several generations, my father and my father’s father have worked to build a relative peace between us and the wolves. We’ve set up boundaries and made sure to stay clear from each other, even when we travel into your realms.”

“Things were meant to be steady… until two years ago when we heard that women in your world were disappearing. At first, the disappearances were ignored by my family. Your people often go missing and hardly anything of that mattered. Until some of our own started going missing too. It had been two of our clanswomen that disappeared, but it wasn’t enough to get us to move. Until my sister disappeared.”

“Her name was Misala.” Leo said softly, and Ingrid watched as his face caved to a look of profound agony.

“She was my baby sister… and the next to take charge after my mother. My family is important in our clans, and when Misala disappeared, we began to search. We searched everywhere, scoured as much of the Appalachians as we could because we knew this was the area that had been targeted for the missing people. I searched for a year, nearly on my own, and I found him.”

He looked at her and Ingrid swallowed.

“That man you saw me kill?” He questioned, gaze burning hot with ire.

“He was no man, at all. He was a wolf and he had driven himself mad with hunting down women, torturing them in horrible ways before eating them alive. I found him torturing one woman, and I was too late to stop him from killing her. He was responsible for Misala’s death…because even though I couldn’t find her body, I recognize the scent of her blood as easily as I do mine.”

Ingrid stayed still, frozen in shock as she listened.

“I managed to drag him into my territory,” Leo continued, “See, it had to be done right. I am not allowed to kill a Lycan outside of my land, but here? It is fair game, and he needed to be stopped. You wanted to know my side of the story, Ingrid. That’s what it was. I killed the animal that took my baby sister away from me and made sure he would never be able to do the same to anyone ever again.”

The fire let out a sharp pop, making Ingrid jump a bit in her skin before she managed to tear her gaze away from him to stare into the flames.

Her mind spun, her brain tried to make sense of all of this, but she hardly could…

Could she believe him?

“Why are you telling me this?” Ingrid asked softly.

“Because…” He sighed ruefully.

“You saw too much… and I should’ve never let you stay here.”

Ingrid looked back at him, eyes wide.

“What are you saying?”

Leo shook his head, “You can’t ever leave this place, Ingrid. If there ever was a chance you could, it’s gone now.” He gave her honest to god broken hearted expression and it killed her.

“If I let you go, you wouldn’t last a day.”

--

She remained in her room for the following week, refusing to eat, refusing to move. Ingrid felt so betrayed, felt so wounded that it was almost laughably ironic. She had been planning all this time to betray their trust that she ended up being forced to accept it now with the price that she could never leave this place every again.

Ingrid had everything taken from her in one single revelation… and she didn’t know whether to hate Leo… or herself for the fact.

--

Nadya continued to bring her meals even if she hardly touched them. Silence became a constant companion now that Ingrid refused to leave her room aside from using the bathroom. Twice, Leo had come knocking, asking if she wanted to talk but Ingrid ignored him and eventually, he left her alone.

Ingrid remained in her room, staring out her window her hours and laying in her bed as she waited for the sun to rise and to fall again.

For nights, her mind replayed Leo’s words over and over, tried to weed out a single moment of deceit throughout his story.

Yet, Ingrid felt it the second his story was done, she felt that same little twinge in her heart that made her convinced that man she had saved from death row was innocent.

Leo was telling the truth. All of it.

And she just didn’t know what to do with it.

Chapter 12

Three months to the day of her capture and Ingrid woke to find Nadya waiting over her bed, watching her disinterested eyes. Ingrid rose, meeting the woman’s gaze easily before looking away.

To her immense surprise, Nadya took a step closer and grabbed Ingrid’s wrist before urging her to stand.

Ingrid could do nothing but let the woman guide her out of her the room, confused and even a little wary until she recognized the road to the library.

Once there, Nadya disappeared into the large archive before reappearing again moments later. In her hands she held a single book.

The Fundamentals of Sign Language.

Ingrid blinked up at the woman, surprised. Nadya gave her a small nod before placing the book in Ingrid’s lap.

The brunette stared down at the book, baffled but did not refuse when the maid opened the tome and began to point out letters and show them to the bigger woman with her own hands.

“Why are you doing this?” Ingrid asked after a long while.

Nadya read her lips and then turned the page toward a specific page and pointed.

I’m sorry.

Tears welled up in Ingrid’s eyes then before she ducked her head and let the young blonde maid teach her how to sign.

--

Two weeks and Ingrid could understand more of Nadya’s sign language than she had ever hoped to.

She tried to sign back just as fluidly, but soon she could actually share in conversation with her.

“I still don’t know why you’re suddenly helping me.”

Gerard insisted that you get a chance to speak to someone. I didn’t want to.

“So why?”

He can be persuasive.

This made Ingrid smile before her smile faltered. “And… Leo?”

Nadya’s signing was tentative.
He’s truly sorry for this.

“Why didn’t you just kill me back then?” There was no malice in Ingrid’s voice, just a lack of understanding.

I had orders. Even if I wanted to get rid of you, Leo would never allow it. He’s fond of you.

“That’s ridiculous.”

And then Nadya did something Ingrid did not expect. She gave her a soft smile.

He said that too.

--

Ingrid learned that their clan had been around for hundreds of years, and that wolves weren’t exactly the creatures spelled out in supernatural novels. They hunted in packs and often stayed clear from humans, preferring to stay close to their more beastlike relative.

Lions, or in this case, mountain lions, as Nadya had explained, rarely met together even though they upheld family values like any other mammal. They held their own, kept to their territories and tried to make their way in the world.

Misala, Leo’s sister, had been a beautiful young woman who wanted nothing more than to spread peace between the shifter clans.

She had expressed her desire to help others, not just in her clan, but among the human realms as well.

You remind him of her.
Nadya signed one evening.

Ingrid felt a jolt in her heart that shouldn’t have been.

“How?”

You care a lot for others as well. Even if it is a bit stupid.

Ingrid was surprised to find that Nadya had become incredibly talkative, which was amusing to admit.

She spoke often of Leo, explaining the customs, explaining that on the days he wasn’t around he was ensuring that his territory wasn’t disturbed. He had taken Nadya in when she was young.

Being a shifter and deaf was unacceptable in the clan and those who were born with disabilities were killed or left to die of exposure. Leo had protected her and trained Nadya, allowing the girl to live and become a skilled shifter.

I may not hear or speak, but I still have a voice. I can feel my enemies through the earth. He gave me that.

The more Ingrid learned about Leo, the more it was easier to see him less like a monster… and more like someone she could trust.

But even after all this, she wasn’t sure if she could trust him. Regardless of what happened.

Chapter 13

Five months to the day that Ingrid had disappeared.  She wondered if people were searching for her, if they knew. And the desire to at least get a message out had become overwhelming and made Ingrid try to make an effort.

She showed up one day to breakfast, unannounced when she saw him there.

Leo sitting there, slouched uncharacteristically against his chair and staring vacantly at the ceiling.

She cleared her throat and he was suddenly shooting up from his chair to look at her, visibly startled.

“Ingrid…?” he asked, pulling himself from his chair.

“Good morning.” She greeted, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. Leo nodded, if a bit awkwardly, before motioning toward her seat.

When she was sitting, he followed, watching her with eyes that were so full of so many emotions, it was almost overwhelming. “I have a favor to ask.”

“What kind of favor?” Leo inquired, not daring to move.

She hesitated for a moment, glancing away from his gaze to pick at a grape. She brought the berry to her lips before biting down.

She didn’t notice the way his eyes followed the movement raptly. “A message.”

As expected he said nothing, but when she met his gaze he didn’t seem closed off. If anything, he looked grim.

“There’s a cabin, a little ways down from here. It belongs to my friend. She let me use it as a vacation spot, and it’s the reason why I ended up all the way out here. I haven’t seen her in five months and she’s the only person that ever really gave a damn about me in that town… It would mean the world to me, if you could find a way to tell her that I’m okay.”

Leo said nothing for a while before he took in a deep inhale.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

Ingrid’s shoulders slumped, she had expected this. It had been worth a shot. Nodding, the brunette began to push out of the chair before Leo spoke again.

“Because it’s time you probably gave her that message yourself.”

That she hadn’t expected. Ingrid whirled her attention on Leo, her eyes wide as she processed the words he had said. “…Wait… what?”

Leo gave her a small smile, the ghost of a very snarky grin he had given her cheekily five months ago.

“You’ve been here long enough, Ingrid. You suffered because of my mistakes. For the longest time I was trying to convince myself that I wasn’t anything like that wolf who had killed my sister but… here I am doing the same thing to you.”

Ingrid gaped.

“Hold on… you’re nothing like he was.”

Leo shook his head again and his main of tussled brown hair fell over his eyes, obscuring those emotions from her sight.

“That’s not for you to worry about. I can’t keep you here anymore when you don’t belong to me.” The words sent a zing through her body, made her suddenly so strangely aware of everything.

Strangely aware of him.

“Thank you for… delighting me with your conversations.” Leo said before straightening in his seat.

“I’ll speak with Gerard about ensuring your safe drive home.”

Wait.

“You will be compensated, for your trouble here, and if all goes well,”

What was going on?

“I’m sure you won’t ever have to see us again.”

He gave her one final smile before he stood up and gave her a short nod. Ingrid felt herself stumble to her feet just as he turned around before she could stop herself, she was flinging her hand forward and gripping around his sleeve.

With a tug, he stopped short but didn’t look at her.

Ingrid could feel her heart ramming in her throat, her mind pulsing with his words and the strange sensation caking against her chest.

“Wait…” She whispered.
What was happening?
“Hold on, let me just…” She stammered.

He turned and he looked at her, expression unreadable as he met her gaze easily. This beautiful, horrible man Ingrid had come to know for the past five months in ways she had never expected.

All she had ever wanted was to go back home. She wanted it more than anything, even when there was no chance of her heading back, she wanted to head back and find peace in knowing she was safe in her apartment.

Why is this happening?