Page 2 of Caught Bear Handed

“Where are we going?”I asked.My voice was firm.

“You ask a lot of questions.”He picked up his phone.“Yeah.I’ve got her.”

My heart slammed against my ribcage, and my temperature spiked.

A few more grunts and he hung up.

Oh shit.I willed my wolf to stay inside me for a few more moments.Our surroundings were a blur as we sped past them.My wolf was eager to fight, but if she caused a crash, they’d be scraping her off the side of the highway.

I was not in the mood to get maimed or killed because of this asshole.

The windows fogged around me, and my skin stretched.

No.Focus.

With shaking hands, I pulled my phone out of my purse.Who should I contact—production?The police?

A message from Vera, one of the show’s producers, lit up my screen.Have you left yet?

I closed my eyes for an indulgently long blink as a wave of relief washed over me.But then my eyes snapped open as my wolf reminded me I was in fucking danger.

I have.

Okay, that’s a problem,she wrote.Are you okay?We found Jimmy unconscious behind the trailers.

It took everything I had not to growl.That explains things.I’m with some weird guy named Mike and he’s shady AF.We’re on the freeway headed north.Wrong direction.

We’ve called the police.Can you get any more info about him?

I couldn’t see much more than the back of his head.He wore the unofficial driver’s uniform of a hat, sunglasses, and a hoodie.

He’s Caucasian and has a dark, scruffy beard.Maybe around forty.Looks like a crew guy.

Great.Keep talking to me.We’re tracking your location.

It should’ve comforted me, but it sent a chill down my spine.

No, this jackass didn’t get to intimidate me.I threw my shoulders back and stared into the rearview mirror until he shifted his head, acknowledging my gaze.

“Who are you working for?”

“The show,” he said, like that explained anything.

“I’d love to believe you, but ‘I’ve got her’ isn’t normal crew communication.Not to mention, we’re going the wrong way.”

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel.The way his knuckles whitened made me think he might have been a shifter too.

“What are you?”Maybe that would be a better question.“And who are you bringing me to?”

“Shut up.”

“Absolutely not,” I growled.“If you’d talked to Jimmy before you stole his van, you’d know I like to chat on the way home.But you probably didn’t say anything to him before you knocked him out.”

“I said shut up!”The last two words were more of a roar, but he didn’t strike me as a cat shifter.

“The police are coming,” I said as calmly as I could manage.“So you might as well tell me everything.”

He took in a deep breath as he changed lanes, slowing down the van, slightly.Didn’t feel like he was giving in.More like putting plan B into action.