Pacific Northwest Werebears(41)

“He didn’t think it was hysterical, in fact, he was very excited when he called us when you found her. You should be nicer to your brother, he’s clearly still in shock,” his mother tisked as she smoothed Wyatt’s hair back. Wyatt resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at his older brother.

“Tell me all about her. Who is she? What does she look like? When are you seeing her again?” His mother pestered him with questions.

“Her name is Jinger McCann, she’s a wildfire analyst for the state. She has dark red hair and is beautiful. She’s saucy but sweet at the same time and I have no idea when I’m seeing her again,” he finished.

“Why not? Invite her over for dinner. It’s not that hard,” his mother said placing her hands on her hips.

“As I told Cage, she’s not incapacitated by drugs like Sophie was. I did ask her out and she refused,” Wyatt explained.

His mother looked pensive for a minute then a bright smile graced her face, “Well then, go get her.”

Cage looked at Wyatt and broke out into another round of guffawing laughter. Conner followed suit and their mother looked at them like they were a deranged bunch of hyenas.

Managing to bring his laughter down to a snicker, Conner explained, “Those were Cage’s words exactly mother dearest. Go get her.”

“Well it’s sound advice son,” his father said having taken up position leaning on the wall behind Cage.

“Yes, yes, go get her. Convince her she’s my One and live happily ever after. I’ll get right on it.” Wyatt mumbled into his paper cup.

“Wyatt Gregory Rochon, this is your mate we’re talking about. You should be willing to move mountains to get to her.” His mother scolded.

“Mom, I don’t think she likes me that way,” Wyatt said dejectedly.

“Then you need to convince her and pronto. You move fast enough and we can have a double wedding!” she said clapping her hands together like it was the most brilliant idea ever. Wyatt’s father had the good grace to at least groan at his wife’s decree.

Standing, Wyatt set his paper cup down on the desk, gave his mom a hug. “Mom, I have to figure this out on my own. But I’m sure Cage will keep you updated on any and all advancements I may have on the mate front.”

“I’m here for ya bro!” Cage saluted with his cup.

Giving a chin lift to his dad, Wyatt strode out into the crisp night air. He wasn’t ready to head home yet. His bear needed out and he needed to clear his head. Walking behind the trailer, he strode down a long ravine that no one ever ventured into because it was steep and difficult to traverse. Easy goings for his bear though.

Stripping out of his clothes, Wyatt let his bear roll out through his skin. As his eyes opened he felt his bear’s happiness at being out but his frustration that their mate wasn’t close by. He knew how he felt. Already he felt her absence. Her scent was gone, even though Wyatt hadn’t washed his hands since he last touched her.

Letting his bear take the lead they rambled off into the brush.

An hour or so later, Wyatt made his way back to his clothes, promising his bear he’d get his brothers together soon to go fish, he pushed his mind forward letting his bear recede. Pulling on his clothes he headed back to his truck to see his family had left for the night. He knew his brothers knew where he was, but they gave him the space he so clearly needed.

Driving back to his cabin that was located on the property his family owned, he was close enough to Conner’s cabin to see the lights were still on. He wasn’t in the mood for company so he headed into his house and flicked on the lights as he went. Realizing he was hungry from not eating his lunch he pulled open his fridge and saw a takeout container sitting on the shelf. Pulling it out he saw a sticky note on top that said, Thought you might be hungry, Sophie.

Cage was a lucky fucker, Wyatt thought. And so was he tonight, considering the container was full of enchiladas and rice. Tossing it into the microwave he hit the bathroom for a quick shower.

Grabbing his food from the microwave he plopped down on his couch and contemplated his life as he chewed.

He had found The One. She was beautiful, sure. But he didn’t know anything else about her. Realizing this was the modern age, Wyatt threw the take-out box on the table and grabbed his laptop from his office.

It might be cliché but Googling a prospective partner was not unheard of he figured.

Typing in her name, he found the state website that had a very generic picture of her against a blue backdrop. Probably for her security badge. It gave her contact information, phone, email, and the address of the building she worked in.