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tail. The patchy snow leading into the woods was way too sparse to make her paw prints much use for tracking too.
    I turned and went inside for my map. Going after anybody in the dense Alaskan wilderness was never easy.
    Worse, it was all I had to go by if I wanted any chance of finding her alone. No way was I gonna enlist the clan and have bears laughing behind my back.
    The next few hours, days, or weeks – if the Gods were feeling especially cruel – inhaling her irresistible scent to haul her pretty ass back here promised to be pure hell.
    III: Kissing the Wind (Laura)
    How screwed up was I?
    One minute, I was savoring the fiery, possessive kiss of the brutal bear at my lips. The next, I was tearing myself away from him and running into the cool springtime wind.
    I had to escape. I had to put miles between him and I, dousing the wildfire he'd kindled inside me with cool Alaskan wilderness.
    My tiger didn't know what the hell to think, and I was right there with her. She emerged on his patio when I dropped my clothes and dashed off through the dwindling snows as quickly as I could.
    Last thing I needed was him catching a sight of me naked.
    I was never happier to be a tiger shifter. Grizzlies were surprisingly fast for their size, but tigers could outrun them any day. I was deep in the woods before I even looked back to see if he was pursuing me.
    Nope. So far, so good.
    My abrupt disappearance must've shocked him, giving me a good head start. I needed it too.
    James wouldn't stare into the forest forever. Only a matter of time before he summoned his bear, and began tracking me into the wild with his keen vision and smell.
    Rage and shame pumped through my veins, forcing me onward. My tiger guided me.
    It was good to let her have control just now, and just because she could handle the rough ground.
    Primal joy blazed in her to be set free, roaming into the wild, a place Daddy had always hidden from me. Hunting on his well kept private grounds wasn't the same as free range trees and mountains.
    Here, anything might happen, a wonder or a horror with every paw print on the ground.
    She guided me through tangled brush and slippery rocks any human feet would've fallen on. She snorted out anguish through deadly teeth, and I watched small dragon breath puffs smoking ahead of me.
    With her in control, it was easier to clear my head, easier not to think.
    By nightfall, I was through the whole forest. Still bear territory, no doubt, and not anywhere I was familiar with. But it must've been at the edge because I stopped catching their scent in the woods well before I came into the clearing.
    I was cold, exhausted, almost delirious with the two hour run through the forest. I crept to a nearby mountain stream and drank deep.
    My stomach growled angrily. I didn't dare take human form again and expose my naked skin to the biting cold. When night fell across Alaska, it was still winter, no matter what the calendar said.
    I remained a tiger, but the fierceness evaporated into exhaustion.
    I shuffled to a nearby crop of rocks, where I could settle in for the night and ignore the hunger nipping at my belly.
    This was the kind of pain I could ignore. Much easier than thinking about the wedding, my betrayal, my fear. Far, far easier than thinking about him.
    I laid down and huddled myself into a warm furry ball, wishing I could brush my thoughts away just as easily as the empty ache in my belly.
    Nothing about being involved with James Roark was easy, though.
    Not the way he kissed, not the way he teased, and certainly not the way he ripped through boundaries that were never meant to be crossed. And just what had crossing those borders done to me?
    I'd kissed a bear. Worse – a thousand times worse! – I'd actually loved it.
    I wasn't just running from him. I was scared and sick of myself, horrified at what I was becoming.
    The Laura Hisch I thought I knew was supposed to be a cold-hearted Trojan Horse to bring the Denali bears down. I was