through it,” he snapped. “I want it to go away. What if it happened in town, or at the mall? Shifting forms isn’t natural, and people freak out when they see a man turn into a bear. I got lucky today, I wasn’t seen, but I can’t risk exposing myself again.”
“Aaron—”
“Don’t Gage. I’ve made up my mind.”
“I don’t agree with your choice, but I can’t stop you. Stay at the hotel until I get Sara’s story. Once I get the report filled out, you can leave. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
“Fine. I’ll be waiting.”
Aaron left the sheriff standing on the street, and escaped to his hotel room. He packed his bag in record time, and then sat down on the edge of the bed to wait.
It was the longest two hours of his life.
***
Sara looked at the bloody scraps of clothing on the floor and realized she didn’t have a shirt to wear. The doctor had cut off her sweater and shirt to get to the wound as soon as possible. She’d have to ask Aaron to pick her up a shirt and jacket, because she wasn’t walking home in the hospital gown the nurse had helped her into.
Her memories were foggy, but she clearly remembered Aaron shifting into a bear and defending her against the hunters. When he turned back into a man, he’d carried her to the doctor’s office, but she’d fallen asleep along the way.
The last thing she remembered was placing her head on his shoulder and thinking how perfect it felt to be in his arms again. Aside from holding her hand on the walk, he hadn’t touched her in almost two weeks. She liked the way his body felt next to hers.
A knock on the door pulled her out of her memories.
“It’s Gage. Can I come in?”
“Yes,” she responded. Disappointment flooded her that it wasn’t Aaron, but she pushed it aside. She knew the sheriff needed to file the report.
“Kate brought these for you to borrow. She thought you might need something to wear. How are you feeling?”
“I’m a little sore, but I’m doing okay. It’s a small scrape, so I needed a few stitches, but except for some minor pain, I’m fine. I can go as soon as the doctor finishes some paperwork and gives me my prescription.”
“Good. I’ll wait for you and take you home. I need to ask you some questions. Do you think you can answer them while we wait?”
“Yes, that’s fine.”
“Good. In your own words, tell me what happened.”
She gave a detailed account of the story, except for the part about Aaron turning into a bear. She omitted everything between getting shot and being carried to the doctor’s office. Gage asked her several detailed questions, which she answered the best she could, but he didn't hound her for information. She had a feeling he knew more than he let on.
"Okay, I think that covers it for now. I’ll put out a warrant based on your descriptions, and alert the game commission. Anything else you want to tell me?" he asked.
“No, that’s all. Can you send Aaron back here, please?”
“I’m sorry, Sara, but he’s not here."
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“He went back to the hotel. He plans on leaving town as soon as possible.”
“Did he say why?”
“No. He just said that he had to leave.”
“I need you to take me to him. Now.”
She jumped off the bed and started digging around in the bag Gage had brought her. She pulled out a light pink t-shirt and a grey sweatshirt.
“Turn around,” she said and stripped off her hospital gown when he complied.
“Listen, Sara—”
“I don’t care what he told you,” she said, pulling the tee over her head. “He did something out there, something remarkable, and I have to see him before he leaves. He needs to know how I feel. Okay, you can turn back around.”
“Sara,” he said gently. “He asked not to see you again.”
"He doesn't want to see me? He's just…running away?" she asked, stunned. The sheriff’s words broke her momentum.
"I'm so sorry. I really thought he was ready to move