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clearly not dead, but quite possibly pissed at her and still after her.
    Not knowing what to think, Catharina ran as fast as humanely possible, anywhere, just anywhere to get away from him and to safety.
    “Stop” He yelled loudly, but it was too late, she had gotten too far away from him already.
    Still Catharina was not prepared to stop running. She might be on the larger side but she was far from unfit. She regularly surprised people by being able to out run them and generally being quite sporty.
    By now she was quite lost and cursing the day she had ever set foot in Yorkshire. It was freezing, literally. Even if the adrenaline of the situation was at the moment keeping her heart pumping Catharina knew she was in danger from more just crazy bears and weird guys on moor sides. Hypothermia was a killer; she knew that well from winters in Maine.
    A motorbike engine revved and over the top of the hill came a rider.
    “Catharina!”
    “Heath!” she screamed. She had never been more pleased to see another living being in her entire life.
    “Jesus but you’re freezing.” He said, dismounting the bike. It was a cold night but he looked completely smoking hot, in black leathers. He removed the jacket he was wearing and placed it on her shoulders.
    “C’mon”
    He put his arm around her. Something warm dripped on to her white, frozen numbed hands. It was blood.
    “You’re… oh my actual God I shot you didn’t I..?”
    “Don’t worry, it’s just a cut. Come on.”
    “But... but the bear...” She said. Standing aghast in the light of the moon, her dark hair hanging in ringlets, damped down by the constant snow. No matter how cold she was this needed sorting out, right now.
    “He’s gone now. Well. Sort of, put away for the time being. I’ll keep him in check just for now in case you try and take any more pot shots at us!”
    Catharina opened her mouth but failed to make any sound at all.
    “I can’t lie to you Catharina. The bear is me and I am the bear. We are one.”
    As Catharina imbibed snowflakes, Heath actually had the nerve to laugh at her.
    “Come on, it’s not as crazy as it sounds, but I tell you what is – standing around on these moors waiting to catch the death of a cold.”
    He climbed onto the bike, without murmuring she got on to the back and held on tight. He was warm and solid and safe. Bear or no bear, she was going with him.
    *****

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. She didn’t do stuff like this. Usually. But there was nothing usual about that night, nor the day before it. She didn’t usually get run off the road, stay at a strangers house then discover they were a bear shifter, oh, and then shoot them for good measure.
    They had spent the night deliciously entwined in Heath’s bed upstairs, a good solid wooden four poster. The freezing night air had been replaced by pure sweat and body heat. It wasn’t just the sex, but the physical feeling of being close to him. His body gave off a glow that she felt she could almost bask in.
    But the next morning, she was slow to awaken and then found herself alone  - and late. Reality bit suddenly and extremely deeply.
    There were places she was meant to be and people she needed to see.  Not only had she failed to show for the scheduled appointment but she had not even been able to call them to let them know about it. In blind panic she picked up her cell phone, but there was still no signal.
    Cursing outwardly Catharina fell into a frenzied worry. Sally, her boss would be calling the police, James Bond, the Scots Guards and hell knows who else besides.
    And God forbid that then word should then filter back to her roommate, her disappearance would be broadcast across Dulwich Hamlet and the east coast of USA before she even had chance to get dressed.
    Her father would be on the phone to the goddamned FBI. Catharina shut her eyes she had to make that thought stop.
    Her roommate, Ida, was the ultimate worry wort. She had once gotten the