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A chance encounter

Author: Belle C
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John began to slow down, no longer hearing the persistent echoes of the wolves in pursuit. Exhaustion had finally caught up with him, and he found a moment's respite beneath the protective canopy of a towering tree. The transition from his first shift, which had occurred before the typical age for such transformations, had left the young lynx utterly drained. As he underwent another painful shift, his body contorted, bones snapping and reshaping.

As his eyes fluttered open, he found himself sprawled beneath the sheltering embrace of a tall oak tree. The crisp, invigorating forest air traced a delicate chill down his spine, a stark reminder of his newfound vulnerability in this human form. Unbeknownst to him, the stubborn determination of the pursuing wolves lingered in the shadows, their tenacity undeterred. The recent awakening of his  shifter genes had endowed him with enhanced strength and agility, yet the mysteries of the supernatural realm awaited his exploration, promising both peril and revelation on this uncharted journey.

John's heart raced as he contemplated the peril he had narrowly escaped. The wolves weren't giving up on the chase, and he knew he couldn't afford to let his guard down. His decision to venture into the woods in search of a fresh start had thrust him into a realm he could have never fathomed.

Lying  beneath the tree, he mulled over his next course of action. Shelter, clothing, and supplies were essential if he were to survive in this unfamiliar terrain. The voice within him remained a steadfast companion, offering guidance and reassurance. In his fatigue, despite his best effort not to, he gradually succumbed to sleep, blissfully unaware of another predator silently drawing near.

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As the sun prepared to rise in the sky, casting a warm glow on the awakening forest, the alpha bear emerged from completing his night border patrol shift. However, his attention was diverted by a compelling need pulling him northward, away from his usual path, taking him beyond the borders of the pack's territory. The forest, usually draped in tranquillity during the early hours, now resonated with the purposeful strides of the alpha bear.The large beast moved through the familiar terrain, continuously assessing for any potential threats. Sunlight pierced through the dense canopy of trees, as if marking a path leading to somewhere or someone significant. The bear abruptly came to a halt, raising its massive head and taking in a deep sniff of the air, an appealing scent lingering in the breeze. 

Just then, a low hum caught his attention. His head shot to the side, looking at something on the ground. As he moved closer, he realised what it was – a young man lay there, dishevelled, asleep, and completely exposed to the world.

The stranger's soft, almost angelic features remained mostly hidden beneath a lush mane of blond curls. His body, a testament to strength and agility, appeared lean and muscular. In the presence of this mysterious individual, something within Darius stirred. The bear moved closer, intrigued and eager to get a better look, its keen sense of smell attempting to discern the type of shifter this young man might be.

The crunch of fallen twigs jolted John awake from his restless slumber. His eyes shot open to find a massive bear standing over him.

The massive animal commanded attention with its dark brown fur, accentuated by a striking lighter stripe running through it. Its big, dark eyes resembled pools of profound darkness, fixed intently on John, exuding an undeniable aura of power and presence.

Fear seized him, and he scrambled backward, attempting to shield his nudity while putting as much distance as possible between him and the wild animal.

John's thoughts raced. "Another one!" he thought with wide eyes as he witnessed yet another transformation taking place right before him.

With seamless ease, Darius shifted back into his human form. The robust muscles beneath his skin flexed, causing his fur to gradually recede. Now standing as a handsome man, towering at least six-foot-seven, he resembled the formidable athletes seen on professional rugby and American football broadcasts—powerful, large, and possessing a rugged, tattooed body. A cascade of dark, untamed brown locks framed his well-defined face, and his intense brown eyes locked onto John's gaze. His hair, a direct reflection of his inner bear, caught the sunlight, giving it an almost highlighted appearance. John's sight instinctively followed the striking figure downward, only to realise how exposed the man in front of him was. John's eyes snapped up to meet the stranger's, who was now smirking knowingly. A blush tinged John's cheeks as he quickly averted his gaze.

In stark contrast to the bear shifter's imposing presence, John seemed small and vulnerable. His slight frame and pale complexion made him appear out of place in the wild. Nervously, he watched Darius, his curly blonde hair sticking to his head like a soft halo, framing his anxious expression. John's vivid green eyes remained fixed on him, catching a hint of grey when touched by the sun. Their captivating allure delved into the core of Darius's existence, forging an indescribable connection that resonated with both him and his bear. The mysterious stranger's magnetic presence left them spellbound, their hearts swaying to a unique rhythm, as if the universe itself acknowledged the significance of this encounter.

As Darius stood there, cautious not to make any sudden movements that might startle the individual, he raised an eyebrow, taking note of their discomfort with nudity. His voice, hoarse but laced with concern, cut through the air. "You're a shifter, aren't you?"

John visibly relaxed, his tension easing upon hearing the gruff yet gentle tone. He nodded, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke, "Yes, I am. I didn't intend to intrude. I find myself lost and clueless about how I ended up here. My main goal is to locate the nearest town." John's gaze stayed firmly fixed on the striking man before him, the sunlight enhancing the bear shifter's rugged beauty to an almost otherworldly level. Despite being unable to explain it, John felt an inexplicable magnetic pull toward this enigmatic stranger.

Darius keenly perceived John's wariness and nervous disposition, acknowledging the understandable reaction given the circumstances. With deliberate caution, he leaned forward. That's when John noticed a small bag tied to Darius's leg, containing what appeared to be a set of clothes.

As Darius calmly observed John's bewildered state, his demeanour relaxed. Extending a T-shirt towards the young man, Darius proceeded to don a pair of joggers. John gratefully slipped the garment over his head, prompting a purr from his inner lynx—an amusing and puzzling response that left John both entertained and curious.

The imposing man, whose bear form had been so massive, crossed his arms. The tattoos on his tanned skin stretched as he did so, adding to his strong appeal. "You're quite far from the nearest town, my friend. May I ask what brought you to these woods in the first place?"

John hesitated, searching for the right words. Eventually, he admitted, "I was camping for the night, on my way to the next state in the morning."

Darius nodded, understanding the vague explanation. "I see. You must have quite a story. I'm Darius, by the way."

John introduced himself, still cautious but grateful for Darius's help. "I'm John. Thank you for not... well, you know."

Darius let out an amused chuckle, a faint smile playing on his lips. The T-shirt he had provided hung loosely on John, emphasising the size difference between them. "I'm not one to harm another shifter without reason, kid. We've got enough to deal with out here."

With a nod, Darius extended his arm towards John, offering to help him. "I can guide you back to the nearest town, but first, you need some clothes and supplies. I've got a small cabin not far from here where you can gear up and rest." The connection 

between them, something they couldn't explain, continued to tug at them both as they set off towards the cabin, embarking on an unexpected journey together.

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