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baby squirming on the activity rug in front of them. One of her hands caught a plastic rattle, and she couldn’t quite figure out how to disengage. Luminous black eyes and curly hair, golden brown skin a cross between her mother’s deep hued tone and the Caucasian father Meredith only knew as the White Guy Who Knocked Tamar Up, the baby was the most beautiful Meredith had ever seen.
    “It’s not your fault-” Meredith began.
    Tamar smiled, nothing happy in the expression. “How is it not my fault? No one made me have unprotected sex with a- with her father.”
    “Have you tried contacting him again?”
    The silence was reply enough. “He knows where I am,” Tamar said. “If he wanted to see me, he could get on his damn motorcycle and be here in five minutes.”
    “Um… motorcycle? You didn’t mention he had a motorcycle.” Meredith’s eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute. You told me he was from here originally. There aren’t that many guys from here who own motorcycles.”
    Tamar avoided looking at her. “Just forget about it, okay? Forget I said anything.”
    That wasn’t likely, but she could set it aside for now, like she’d set it aside for the last year. Meredith didn’t know the whole story of this guy and Tamar, but she thought her friend was being too quick to accept his non-involvement.
    She shrugged. “Anyway, Liam said he’d consider it. He seemed interested.”
    “Liam Conroy is never interested in anything a human has to say.”
    Meredith winced. “My Dad is to blame for that. Liam can’t ever find out.”
    Tamar rolled her eyes. She’d worn mascara today, living on the edge. Meredith knew Tamar’s Pastor father forbade his daughters wearing makeup. “Melodrama. Worst case scenario is he does, and you just have to find somewhere else to park your program. Better get a backup plan together, girl.”
    “I’m working on it.” Only she wasn’t. The Y was her second home, and she wanted to stay. She’d just have to convince Liam to let her.
     
    Liam felt eyes on him from across the street. Continuing to work, he waited. She'd come to him when she was ready. This early in the morning on a Saturday, the sun was already warm and a considerate breeze provided a bit of relief. The porch he'd rebuilt had finished drying weeks ago, but he hadn't gotten around to coating it with another layer of white paint until today. The first day he'd taken off since he could remember.
    Finally she approached, emerging from the cover of trees. His house sat on the edge of a section of forest reserve specially cordoned off for Bear use, no humans allowed. The humans might resent it, but the fact was his people had been in North America for hundreds of years before the pilgrims ever landed. When the first Europeans had tried to conquer Bear inhabited lands, they’d been met with bloody resistance. Over the years, sheer numbers of humans and sheer bloody aggression from Bears produced a stalemate; so now the Bears owned entire vast tracks of forest land reserved for their use. It wasn’t like the old days, but it was… something. And since his family, the Conroy’s- a name adopted generations ago- controlled this area of the state, he was charged as the local Den Alpha with maintaining their borders, and their relationship with local humans.
    “Hello, Mother.”
    She studied him, eyes inscrutable. The sun brightened the burnt caramel color, a shade of brown no human possessed. He glanced at her face, paused, and drew himself up to his full height. He’d need every inch he could get; right now she was an Elder addressing an Alpha, and not his mother.
    “I spoke with your sister,” Gwenafar said.
    “Yeah? She talks too much.”
    Liam knew he may have mentioned Meredith, may have been… frustrated in some of his word choices. The evening before, after the human woman left his restaurant, it had taken him until after closing to recover from the encounter. Not recover- that wasn’t quite the right word.