Bound By the Guardian (The Heart of a Guardian #1)

Chapter 1

More. Power.

Thoughts came slowly to Carl Carman, but each word reverberated with power.

That was the best part of being a grizzly bear.

Simple words meant simple, strong deeds.

Human complexities were nonexistent in this state, though they echoed in the back of his mind.

He was on a mission, had come to this Christmas tree field on a clan purpose.

That he took joy in what he did was a trivial detail.

Now.

He braced his legs, shoved his claws deep, and then he thought it. One word, and the power crashed through every cell in his body.

Destroy.

He did.

What he held, he uprooted.

What he gripped, he crushed.

Whatever he touched, he tore apart.

Joy.

He grinned, though he grunted with effort.

He tasted blood—his own—and the coppery tang was sweet.

Human language tried to intrude in this moment, but the grizzly had no interest in it.

His language was action, power delivered with thrilling ease.

And he liked to rip things apart. So he continued and was content.

Until something else disturbed him. Red and blue flashes across his retinas. At first he flinched away from the lights, but they roused the rational part of him. Red. Blue.

Police.

With a roar of fury, he began to tuck the animal away.

His bear fought the shift, holding on to his shape with every ounce of his determination.

But in this, the man was stronger, the mind crueler.

With steadfast will, he folded the grizzly into an envelope in his mind.

It had taken him years to master it. A thing that large doesn’t origami into a tiny flat rectangle easily.

His bones shifted and most of the fur thinned and disappeared, though some fell to the ground.

His face tightened, and the strength in his arms and claws pulled inside, shrinking as it was tucked away.

He straightened, the grizzly hump now gone as the energy coiled tight inside.

His eyes burned. Damn, how they burned. But in time that last vestige of dark power would fade and his normal cool green color would return.

Quiet control and long, complex sentences would be his norm.

Though his first words as a human were always the last snarl of his bear.

“Shit.”

“And Merry Christmas to you, too,” said a familiar female voice, though that particular holiday had passed months ago.

His vision settled, and he saw Tonya dressed in her patrol uniform as she leaned against her squad car.

The lights were still flashing, and at dawn, those colors would be seen far and wide.

“Flip off those lights,” he growled as he started searching for his pants. He was out here swinging in the breeze for all to see, and though that rarely bothered him, naked and vulnerable was not a good idea around her.

She opened the door of the squad car and used one hand to flip off the lights while the other aimed her phone at him. Jesus, she was taking pictures.

“I’ll tear that thing out of your hand,” he snarled, “and I won’t be gentle.”

“Promises, promises,” she said with a sigh.

But she did drop the phone. “Doesn’t matter.

I already got my holiday screensaver.” She pushed off the car and sauntered over, her hips swinging in a tantalizing rhythm.

Tonya Kappes had short honey-blond hair, modest curves on her tall, muscular frame, and a dangerous look in her eyes that had once tantalized his grizzly like honey. Now it just made him tired. “See?”

She was hard to miss. He might not want to marry her, but that didn’t stop him from appreciating her feminine charms. But then a moment later, he realized she was talking about the image on her phone, flipped around for him to see.

Hell. “Give me that.”

She tried to pull away, but he was faster and stronger.

He caught her wrist and squeezed until the cell dropped into his other hand.

She might have fought him more, but a glare from him had her quieting, her head tilted to the side in submission.

Then he looked down. There, full screen on the phone, was a video of him as a grizzly bear methodically destroying a field of Christmas trees.

The telltale silver streak down his back flashed clear in the dawn light.

“Why would you record this?” he asked.

She flashed him a coy look that only pissed him off. “I like watching you work.”

Bullshit. She liked collecting blackmail material on people.

She’d never used it as far as he knew, but that didn’t stop her from gathering intel on everyone.

It was just part of her character and probably helped her be a good cop.

But that didn’t mean he had to like it. With a quick flick of his thumb, he initiated a factory reset of her phone.

“Hey!” she cried when she saw what he’d done. “That’s evidence!”

“You here to arrest me?”

“You did just destroy Nick Merkel’s best tree field.”

“It had to be done, and you know it.”

Her lips compressed into a flat line. “The Merkels’ farm brings a boatload to the local economy. Hurting this field damages everyone.”

“He refused a direct order to fix his pesticide platform.” Pesticides were a fact of modern agriculture, and most farmers were extra careful about the area where the chemicals were mixed and stored.

Not Nick Merkel. Spills were common, and his platform leaked like a sieve.

But he didn’t seem to care because the runoff went off his property.

Too bad for him that Carl cared. A lot. “He’s leaking poison into the ground water. ”

She nodded, grim anger on her features. “So kill him and be done with it.”

“You’d rather I murder him than destroy his prize field.” It wasn’t a question. He knew that shifter law gave him the right to kill anyone in his clan who openly disobeyed him. But the man in him kept looking for a more civilized punishment. Not so for Tonya.

“He’s got a wife and two sons to carry on the farm. They’ll fix the platform and still bring in money to the area.”

Carl didn’t answer. Tonya was a cop through and though.

That meant black-and-white law and swift justice.

If kids vandalized a building, they went to jail.

If a man poisoned the land, he got killed.

For the most part, shifter law bowed to human law, but there were two unbreakables.

Don’t hurt the land. Don’t disobey the alpha. Nick Merkel had done both.

Something in the Merkel bloodline was just ornery.

The man had been a thorn in Carl’s side since Carl had stepped into his position as the alpha of the Gladwin grizzly shifters eight years ago.

But Carl had seen firsthand what happened when a leader took the law into his own hands.

He had sworn his tenure as Maximus of their mid-Michigan clan would not be one of terror and vigilante justice.

So he’d done one step short of murder. He’d destroyed a field of Merkel’s Christmas trees, cutting the bastard’s pocketbook instead of his jugular.

“It won’t work,” Tonya said. “You’ll have to kill him eventually.”

“And then they’ll crucify me for killing one of our own.

” He knew because that’s what had happened when he’d taken control of the clan.

Another idiot had challenged him, and he’d let his grizzly out.

One bloody death later, and Carl was the acknowledged alpha.

But then the widow had started grumbling.

And before long, others had agreed that an alpha should never kill one of his own.

“It’s an endless cycle,” Tonya agreed. “You can’t stop it. So get on with the next step and kill him. Deal with the next step when it happens.”

“Just help me find my damn pants,” he grumbled, unwilling to admit that there wasn’t a way out.

Her lips curled into a slow smile. “They’re locked in my trunk.”

Carl’s head whipped back to her. “Why?”

She shrugged, a roll of her shoulders that set her breasts to bouncing. “Evidence.”

“Blackmail, you mean.”

She chuckled, a low throaty sound. “Or just a way to keep you naked for a little bit longer.”

She took a step back, her gaze rolling slowly down his torso. Jesus, she was bold. She had a way of making even the most exhibitionist of his set feel dirty in a completely teenage, horny, fuck-’em-fast-and-furious kind of way. But he’d left those hormones behind years ago.

Then he caught her scent. “You’re in heat.”

Damn it, if he hadn’t been so absorbed in dealing with Nick Merkel, he would have noticed it right off the bat. No wonder he was keyed up around her.

She arched a brow. “Ticktock goes the biological clock.”

“Give me my clothes. I am not fucking you. And especially not in the middle of a destroyed Christmas tree field.”

She chuckled. “I don’t care where we do it, Carl, but we gotta do it.”

“No, we really don’t.”

He watched hurt flicker in her eyes. It didn’t even touch her face, but her eyes flinched, and it was more telling on her than a scream on anyone else.

He didn’t want to insult her. He had some warm feelings for her.

They’d known each other all their lives, but cuddling up to her was like snuggling with a live hand grenade.

He could control her. She always submitted to him eventually, but who wanted to spend his off hours in a constant game of dominance and submission?

He wanted someone he could relax and have a beer with.

Around Tonya, he’d be on duty as the Gladwin Max 24/7.

“All right,” she said as she folded her arms across her chest. Her breasts plumped nicely, and his bear took notice.

The rest of him was seeing that despite her words, Tonya had not given in.

“Let’s look at this logically.” She almost sneered the last word.

Grizzly clans were not known to be deep thinkers. Something he daily tried to change.

“Not until I’m dressed.”

She didn’t move. “Our bears are compatible. We established that as teenagers.”