TristanThe morning after our f**k-fest was a mess. Literally. A blizzard snapped the neck of our spring thaw. The wind howled. The windows frosted from the inside in Liv’s house, as I’d predicted. A sticky snow covered the new grass. Visibility was zip. It was a great day to be an ice bear. A human? Not so much.
My bear spirit woke me up, wanting to get outside. I resisted, knowing some cuddle time would be high on Liv’s list after our recent activities. I wasn’t opposed to that at all. But my ice bear spirit paced inside me, yearning to get out that door.
Maybe that was why I’d said the stupid thing about Leo. I didn’t mean it how it sounded. What I meant was, instead of Leo being “all boy,” he was “all bear.” And of course I knew Ted was Leo’s dad; I’d meant the power of werebear genet
