Thrown to the Wolves (Black River Pack Book 3) Read Free

limited information we have, it would be them.”
    “Fuck,” I hissed. “Those crazy bears are our best bet? Then we’re screwed.”
    “Yeah. They aren’t real big on helping outsiders,” Spencer agreed.
    “And we definitely qualify as outsiders since we’re wolves and not bears,” I grumbled. “How the hell are we going to get them to agree to help us out?”
    “Does it help that, right before I woke up, I saw an image of you holding a bear cub in your arms, Parker?” Eliza asked.
    “It could mean anything,” I murmured. “But if we can convince the McMahons that your dream impacts the bears somehow, then they might be willing to help us.”
    “Did you see anything else about bears in your dream?” Spencer asked her.
    Eliza closed her eyes and sat quietly for a moment, her head tilted to the side while she thought. Suddenly, her eyes popped open, and she looked at me in shock.
    “I think she might be bear, too.”
    I was certain I’d heard her wrong, since a wolf being paired with a bear wasn’t something I’d ever encountered before. “Who? My mate?”
    “I’m not sure because the images I saw of her when she was young were of her surrounded by wolves. It doesn’t really make sense, but I have this impression she isn’t wolf but bear. She doesn’t look like any she-wolf I’ve ever met before, either,” Eliza answered.
    And that’s when it hit me—Eliza knew what my fated mate looked like. “Describe her to me,” I requested, my throat tightening with emotion as I spoke. “Please.”
    “Oh, Parker,” Eliza sighed. “She’s beautiful. At first glance, you might think she is wolf because of her coloring. Her hair is long and a caramel-brown color, and her eyes are so dark they look almost black.”
    “But when you looked more closely, you saw something that made her seem different from other she-wolves?” I asked, impatient to hear more about my mate.
    “Curves,” she answered. “I hope you like them because your mate has them, and that’s why I thought she didn’t look like a she-wolf. She could be bear based on the female ones I’ve met before, and that’s why I saw you holding a bear cub in your arms in the dream. Although she seemed kinda small for a bear.”
    “Small and curvy?” I repeated.
    “Well, it was hard to tell because she was hunched over when my dad was helping her walk,” she replied.
    Her answer brought me back to what was important. It didn’t really matter if my mate was short or tall, curvy or skinny, bear or wolf. What mattered was that she was in danger and I needed to find her as soon as possible.
    “We tell the McMahon clan about Eliza’s dream, and we make sure they understand that she thinks my mate is a bear shifter. It’s the easiest way to ensure they are willing to help us,” I told Spencer.
    He raised his eyebrows as he looked my way because it was unusual for me to take the lead with either of my older brothers. Hunter was my alpha and Spencer was my enforcer—but this woman was my mate and she was in danger. That trumped everything else.
    “You want me to call them or do you want to do it yourself?” Spencer asked.
    His question let me know he understood where I was coming from. If it were Eliza in the same situation, he would insist on calling the shots even if he were having this same conversation with Hunter.
    “Do you have the number?” I asked while I tugged my cell phone out of my pocket.
    Spencer pulled up his contacts and handed his phone over to me with the information for Carrick McMahon on the screen. He was the head of his clan and rumored to be the biggest black bear shifter in America, whose beast tipped the scale at close to six hundred pounds. He had a fierce reputation amongst the shifter community, and even though it was common knowledge that he liked to limit his contact with non-bears, he’d managed to collect favors from just about everyone over the years.
    Carrick had never taken a mate, but he did have three