As she turned down the hallway of the Bright Institute on her way back to her dormitory, she bumped into her classmate Heath Reynolds.
“Hi, Heath,” she said.
Heath was a grizzly bear shifter, like her brother, and they had become fast friends since the first day of class. He was as big and as imposing as most male shifters, with broad shoulders, muscular arms, a slim waste, and a face that made human women melt. He was wearing his best outfit, a pair of dark denim jeans and a light blue button up shirt with a red tie.
“Zoe!” he said with a beaming smile on his face.
“What are you so excited about?”
“I was just down at the police department. Chief of police, Commander Rollo Morris accepted me as a new cadet. Can you believe it?”
“Of course I can. You’ve worked really hard for this. You got your diploma and you completed your initial law enforcement training. You’ve done everything right, and now you’re accomplishing your goal. Congratulations.”
“What are you going to do now that you’re done with your six months training as a woodworker?”
“I’m not sure yet. I was hoping to get an apprenticeship at Angus Grant’s woodshop in town. But I still haven’t asked Angus if he will accept me as his apprentice.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“Angus Grant is my brother’s best friend.”
“So?” Heath asked.
No one could understand why Zoe was so reluctant to be incorporated into Corey’s life. But the closer she got to Corey and his friends, the more likely it was for her secret to come out. Zoe wanted to start her life over, but she still wasn’t free of Dima’s grasp. Maybe when she finally paid him off, she would be able to live the life she now knew she wanted.
“My two favorite students,” a female voice said from behind them.
Zoe turned around to see her sister-in-law Willow Bright walking down the hallway toward them. Willow was wearing a flowing maxi dress with a blue flower print that accented her dark skin. She had on a cute pair of jeweled flip-flops, and her designer sunglasses where nestled on top of her head. Willow’s naturally curly black hair, bobbed in ringlets around her pretty, round face.
Zoe adored Willow, and she wished that the two of them could be even closer. They had developed a fast friendship after Zoe had arrived on Fate Mountain. But no matter how much Zoe wanted to get closer to her sister-in-law, she couldn’t allow herself to open up to the woman with the threat of her Mafia boss ex-boyfriend still hanging over her head.
“Hi, Willow,” Heath said. “What brings you down to the Institute?”
“I was coming down here to congratulate you, as a matter of fact,” Willow said to Heath. “I heard you were accepted as a cadet on the Fate Mountain Police Department.”
“Commander Morris accepted me today,” he said with pride in his voice.
“This calls for a celebration,” Willow said, her brown eyes twinkling with mischief.
“What do you have in mind?” Heath asked.
“I want to take both of you down to Fate Mountain Brewery for a pint of Fate Mountain lager, on me,” Willow said, putting her arms around Heath and Zoe’s shoulders.
Zoe wanted to resist, but she knew that it was futile. Willow rarely pulled her attention away from her writing long enough to go out for beers or bother anyone about anything. She had made a special trip down to the Institute just to congratulate Heath, and Zoe didn’t intend to disappoint either of them. Since her arrival on Fate Mountain, Heath and Willow had become two of her favorite people.
“That sounds like fun,” Heath said, grinning wide and showing his straight white teeth.
“Have you heard the one about the human, the grizzly, and the jaguar who walked into a bar?” Willow asked.
“I haven’t heard that one,” Zoe said.
“Excellent, let’s make it a thing,” Willow said leading them both out through the bright open mezzanine at the front of the Institute.
The group made their way down the front steps and into the parking lot of the Bright Institute where Willow unlocked the doors to her SUV and everyone climbed inside. She drove down the road, around the lake, and up into Fate Mountain Village where Fate Mountain brewery was located on Main Street. It was late afternoon and there were already a dozen cars parked in the parking lot in front of the tasting room.
Heath, Willow, and Zoe piled out of the car and pushed open the door into the brewery. Classic rock music played on the jukebox and a group of loggers in red flannel shirts were sitting at the bar chatting up a group of what appeared to be college sorority sisters. The sorority girls giggled at the bearded shifters flirtatiously. Ever since shifters had come back from the war, the media had completely rebranded them as heroes. And now, girls like that were all over every shifter they could find.
Before the war, shifters were bad news as far as humans were concerned. Now, every early morning talk show and women’s magazine had some kind of news article about how shifters were the most eligible bachelors in the country. Human women clambered to get a chance to mate with one. Being a rare shifter female herself, Zoe was less than impressed with the turn of events.
Not that she begrudged male shifters their human mates, but the way human women had changed their opinions so quickly about shifters made Zoe feel a little ill. It was girls like the ones at the bar who gave all human women a bad name, in Zoe’s opinion.
Not that she was one to talk. She was a jewel thief, in debt to a dangerous criminal. She hadn’t fought in the war to defend her country, and she hadn’t been involved in the heroic actions that had brought about the government’s decision to instate the Shifter Equality Act.
While the male shifters who had been drafted into the military had completely turned around the state of affairs for the entire shifter community, Zoe had been dancing at nightclubs and getting involved with the worst possible people. The shame of it still dug at her soul.
Willow, Zoe, and Heath all sat down at a table and a waitress came over to ask them what they wanted. Willow ordered a pitcher of Fate Mountain lager. A few minutes later, a waitress brought them a cold pitcher and three chilled pint glasses. Zoe poured her pint and took a sip, sitting back in her chair, listening to the music. She sniffed the air, making out the faint scent of anticipation rolling off of Willow. She could tell Willow was up to something other than sharing a congratulatory pint with Heath.
“What are your plans now that you’ve graduated, Zoe?” Willow asked.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“She wants to apprentice with Angus Grant at his woodshop,” Heath said, selling her out.
“Have you asked him? I’m sure he would love to have you as his apprentice,” Willow said.
“No, I haven’t asked yet,” Zoe muttered.
“Well, why don’t you ask him now?” Willow said, waving towards the front door.
Angus Grant, otherwise known as Big Bear to the Rescue Bears, because he was huge, walked in the front door of the brewery with his bespectacled mate Poppy. Zoe had met both Angus and Poppy several times over the last six months at various social events.
She didn’t know either of them all that well but she did know that they were both good people. She also knew that Angus Grant was one of the most talented woodworkers on the West Coast. If she was really serious about her craft, he was exactly the person that she should apprentice with.
Angus and Poppy smiled at Willow as they approached the table, pulling up two more chairs to sit down.
“What are you all doing here?” Angus asked, his massive arms bulging as he sat down.
“We are celebrating Heath’s acceptance onto the Bear Patrol,” Willow said.
“Congratulations,” Poppy and Angus said at the same time.
Zoe knew that Poppy and Willow were great friends, and part of her longed to be closer to these amazing women. But she could never open up to anybody with what she had hanging over her head.
Poppy pushed her long
braids over her shoulder and motioned for the waitress to bring two more pint glasses to the table. When Angus and Poppy both had a pint in their hands, Willow decided to embarrass her.
“Angus, did you know that Zoe has been studying woodworking at the Institute for the last six months?” Willow asked.
“Corey mentioned that,” Angus mused.
“Willow…” Zoe said, wishing she would stop.
“Zoe just told me that she would love to be your apprentice at the workshop,” Willow said.
Zoe cringed inwardly but kept her face neutral and then forced herself to smile. Angus looked over at her with his friendly grin and rubbed his chin with his big hand.
“I’ve been considering taking on an assistant,” Angus said.
“You really don’t have to,” Zoe said.
“Nonsense. It sounds like the perfect solution. Why don’t you stop by the shop tomorrow morning and we’ll get you started?”
Zoe let out a deep breath, knowing that if she really wanted to start over, this was a perfect opportunity for her to get on her feet as a woodworker.
“I’ll be there,” Zoe said.
“How is the baby?” Willow asked Poppy.
“He’s teething and generally testy, but that’s normal for six-month-olds. We couldn’t be happier,” Poppy said looking up at Angus adoringly.
He kissed her forehead and they shared a tender moment between them right there at the table in the middle of the noisy bar. The sight of it made something crack inside Zoe’s heart and she suddenly felt terribly sad.
“You two are so lucky,” Zoe said without thinking.
“We owe it all to Mate.com,” Angus said, pulling Poppy closer to him. She smiled and giggled in agreement.
“Why don’t you two to sign up for Mate.com?” Willow said to Zoe and Heath.
“I’ve been thinking about signing up,” Heath said. “Now that I’m done with my training and have been accepted as a cadet onto the Bear Patrol, it might be the right time.”
“What about you, Zoe?” Willow asked, raising an eyebrow with the slightest smirk on her lips.
Willow was a romance author who wrote about the lives and loves of shifters. Everyone knew that Willow took her inspiration from the people on Fate Mountain. Suddenly, it dawned on Zoe exactly what Willow’s ulterior motives had been all along. She was trying to get Zoe and Heath hooked up with their own mates so that she could butt into their business and then write stories about them. She loved Willow to pieces, but that was the absolute last thing that Zoe was interested in being a part of.
“It’s not the right time for me,” Zoe said.
“Of course it is,” Willow said, grabbing Zoe’s phone off the table.
Her sister-in-law navigated to the Mate.com website and downloaded the app onto Zoe’s phone right in front of her face. Zoe made a grab for the phone, but Willow just yanked it away again until she had brought up the screen that allowed new users to create a profile and answer the questionnaire.
Mate.com was one of the many inventions her genius brother had created to make himself the piles and piles of money that he enjoyed. Zoe was not interested in being one of her brother’s clients. She couldn’t possibly find a mate when she still owed Dima so much money.
“I can’t. Not right now.”
“Well, just in case you change your mind, you have the app on your phone.”
“Really, mating is the last thing I want to do.”
“You never know, Zoe. Maybe your mate is already waiting for you somewhere on Fate Mountain,” Willow said with a smile.
After they had each had a pint, Willow drove them back to the Institute. Zoe and Heath made their way to the dormitory section of the compound and Willow drove home. Zoe said goodnight to Heath as she made her way to her room, mulling over the night’s events in her mind.
Angus had agreed to take her on as an apprentice. She knew she should be more excited about the prospect of studying with Angus Grant. As she walked into her dorm room and sat down on her twin size bed, she kicked off her shoes and sighed. Zoe just wanted the past to disappear. She wanted to believe that she could be like Willow and Heath and Angus and Poppy and all of the other wonderful people living on Fate Mountain.
Maybe if she just allowed herself to believe that she was free, she’d feel better about herself. Maybe she could just take a little break from the truth and pretend that she was just Zoe Bright, woodworking apprentice and Fate Mountain resident.
Zoe pulled her phone out of her purse and navigated to Mate.com.
4
Rollo sat on his leather couch watching CNN on the big screen TV in his living room. He liked to stay up-to-date on what was happening on the national and international stage. From his experience as a law enforcement and military officer, he knew that events happening in the world could trickle down to a local level. Since the Shifter Equality Act had been passed, things had been looking up for shifters on the whole. The end of the war had brought a lasting peace to most of the world and to his country.
Rollo felt gratitude for being able to witness this time in history when shifters could make themselves known to the world and could live their lives in peace. It was a great time to be alive.
The only thing that was missing for him now was a mate. He had been longing for someone to fill the empty void in his heart for a long time. It seemed that the longer he waited, the more hopeless he felt.
So many of the shifters he knew on Fate Mountain had already been matched up with their fated mates on Corey Bright’s dating site Mate.com. Rollo had been signed up since the very first beta site went live. All those women and all those shifters who had been matched up already, and he still hadn’t found the one. She had to be out there somewhere, Rollo kept telling himself. It was the only way for him to not completely lose all hope.
The news show went to commercial and Rollo picked his phone up from the coffee table in front of him, thinking about his case. Rollo wanted to know how someone could break into in an 18th-century secret compartment that had securely held valuables for the last three hundred years. There had to be some kind of trick to it.
He searched the internet, trying to come up with information. But he came up empty-handed. Since Damien already had too much work on his plate, he couldn’t pass off the research to his Tech Bear. If Rollo couldn’t find the information on the internet, the next best thing would be to ask an expert.
There was one furniture expert on Fate Mountain, and that was Angus Grant. Rollo knew Angus well because they had worked together on Search and Rescue missions in the past. Rollo and his crew had even helped Angus find his mate when she had been kidnapped and taken into the forest. If anyone on Fate Mountain could give him any further information on how to break into a secret compartment in a Louis the Fifteenth chest, it would be Angus.
He considered texting Angus, but decided it was too late at night. He would just have to call him in the morning from the station. Rollo turned off his phone and was setting it on the end table when he heard it ping. Thinking he’d just received a text from his crew, he picked up the phone and turn on the screen.
What he saw there startled him so much he almost dropped the phone on the dark wood floor below his feet. Fumbling with the device, he looked at the screen again. He’d received a message from Mate.com.
“Congratulations! We’ve found your fated mate.”
His heart started to pound and his limbs felt numb. Rollo was a man who was used to being in control of himself and leading other men. He was not accustomed to becoming so overwhelmed or disoriented by anything, be it enemy fire or drunk and disorderly citizens. But getting a text that his fated mate had been located completely threw him off. He had been waiting so long that the news hit him hard, and he had trouble breathing for several moments.
When he pulled himself together, he flicked on the screen and followed the app to his mate’s profile. Her name was Zoe Bright.
Zoe Bright? It couldn’t be Corey Bright’s s
ister. Could it?
Rollo read further. Zoe Bright was a female jaguar shifter. Her mother was a grizzly and her father was a jaguar. She had one brother, a grizzly shifter named Corey Bright. The inventor of Mate.com.
He knew it. Zoe was Corey’s brother. He had known, through the multiple channels of gossip, that Corey Bright’s sister had come to participate in the first class of the Bright Institute for Shifters. He hadn’t thought anything of it. And why would he? She was just the kid sister of one of his colleagues.
Looking at her picture, Rollo realized that Zoe was anything but a kid. She had flashing green eyes and a mane of long black hair that hung down around her shoulders and accentuated her voluptuous curves. Her pouty, full lips were tinted red and she wore a form-fitting jaguar print dress that brought out the golden undertones in her tanned skin.
His bear reared up on its back legs inside his mind. Roaring at the top of its lungs. Rollo couldn’t remember the last time his bear had exhibited so strong a reaction to anything, even Rollo’s own physical danger. He squeezed his eyes closed, trying to block out the intrusive noises his grizzly was making.
When he opened his eyes again, the picture of Zoe in that jaguar print dress was imprinted on his eyeballs. He saw her even when he blinked. Not only was his bear huffing and puffing, Rollo’s own human body was beginning to react to the sight of his mate.
It wasn’t like Rollo hadn’t seen the beautiful women before or had them in his bed. But the sight of Zoe in that skintight dress, with her wide hips and round breasts made him strain against his dark jeans.
He continued to read her profile. She had come to Fate Mountain to study carpentry at the Bright Institute for Shifters. Before that, she had traveled extensively. She’d been to over sixty-five countries in the last seven years and she was only twenty-five years old. The spark in her eyes told Rollo that Zoe was a force to be reckoned with, and everything in him wanted to reckon with it.
With shaking fingers, he pressed the “message now” button on her profile and the texting app came up on his screen.