Chapter 8
Como always got lost when he was sketching. It was one of the things he loved about his art. It was as if he entered into the piece he was working on. Como became a part of his art in all ways.
Something was off with the porch and Como looked up just as he swore he saw a figure move past the window.
Standing up, Como placed his sketchpad on the chair and looked towards the barn. Should he call his mate? What if he did and it was just Como’s imagination?
Not wanting to bother his mate until he knew what was going on, Como slowly made his way towards the house, careful to not make a sound. Opening the door, Como decided it might be best if he shifted. His bear might be the smallest of his species, but he was still stronger and his long thick claws in the front and the sickled c
