Boulder Bear

Or am I?

It's been six years, eleven months, and four days since Dante left Boulder. I know this not because I've been hoping he'll return, but because I've been counting how many days I've been fine without him. I am, too. I have my clan. I have my company.

And I have my son.

Our son.

Dante never needs to know about Wilder. If he finds out that he's got a son, I just know he's going to come back to town, but I've moved on. We've all moved on.

But all of that is about to change...

Dante comes barreling back to Boulder acting like everything is the same, but I'm different now. I don't need a husband. I don't need a mate. I don't need anything he could possibly have to offer, but my bear is begging to disagree.

And I don't know if my heart can handle it.