This is the final part of chapter 1. its from a different POV. I would like to thank everyone who has read this so far and those who are waiting for me to upload more, as of right now 17/10/25 I've wrote 2 full chapters and am working on chapter 3, a full chapter will never be less then 5k words. I've broken them down into smaller scenes to make it easier for myself when i comes to editing again if I've made a mistake and one of you helpful people point it out to me. It means so much to me that you are reading this
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The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. Chris Argent slowly rolled onto his side, blinking as he looked over at his wife, Victoria. She was already awake. He hesitated, then decided to speak; last night's events weighed heavily on him.
He shifted, pushing up onto his elbow, and gently cleared his throat. The faint hum of the house waking up outside—the distant muffled sounds of birds, cars passing by, and the occasional creak of the old house—set a subtle background.
"We have a problem," Chris said softly, his voice cutting through the quiet. His gaze settled on Victoria's face. Carefully, he reached out, brushing her cheek. "A Werebear announced himself last night," he added, his tone serious.
"Stronger than most supernatural creatures well need to bring in a few extra helping hands to kill it" She replies
She sat up slightly, rubbing her temples as she listened. "That's the problem," he said, voice steady but tinged with annoyance. His voice rang out over the soft creak of the bed springs. "We can't just bring in help. It's an alpha. And he mentioned it killed other alphas—took their strength. Can't tell how strong he is, but from the sight of him, he's nearly eight feet tall."
Chris ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. "That's not the real problem. He had a badge—an FBI badge. Said he works for a department dealing with the supernatural, policing hunters, supernatural and protecting the 'normal people,'—his words." His tone was flat, almost clinical, as he rolled back onto his back. He rubbed his face with both hands, as if trying to wipe away the weight of the conversation. Victoria's brow furrowed. "An FBI werebear? You're joking, right? Did he say anything else?"
Chris paused, listening to the distant sounds of the house—clattering dishes in the kitchen, the faint hum of the refrigerator, the soft footsteps of the Allison waking up. Outside, a car engine roared faintly in the distance, blending with the morning's quiet chaos.
"Yeah," Chris said, voice steady. "He said he'd be by in the coming by to discuss the 'new way of doing things,' and that we can't do any more unsanctioned hunts." He hesitated, then added, "No idea what he means by that, but he made it clear it was a threat. Problem is, if he pulls the license—" he paused, "—we'd lose access to all our guns. Without them, we wouldn't be able to defend ourselves properly."
Victoria's eyes darkened. "You did the right thing, Chris. We need to keep things quiet—for now. We'll keep looking for this alpha, but we'll keep it small and discreet. Besides, we should discuss bringing in Allison earlier than planned."
Chris shook his head immediately, sitting up more fully. "No. I don't want her involved yet. I want her to finish school. We can do some more skill training if needed, but I won't risk her getting caught up in this."
Victoria reached out, her hand resting gently on his arm, voice softening. "Tell me more about this bear. Any clues about what kind of bear he is? You said he killed other alphas and was tall. What colour eyes did he have? I know alpha eyes are usually red, but there's often a flash of colour before they turn—"
Chris cut her off, a little defensive. "A bear's eye can tell you the type of bear? . But he had different coloured eyes."
Victoria's brow rose. "What colour?"
Chris hesitated, then pressed on. "One was deep blue. The other… like a forest green."
Victoria's eyes widened. She sat up straighter, her voice sharp. "Not forest. Verdant green. And the blue—was it royal blue?"
Chris looked at her, surprised. "Yeah. How did you—"
She cut him off again, her tone Sharp. "Did he give you a name?"
Chris nodded, a faint grimace flickering across his face. "He called himself Ross Arctos."
Victoria's face fell, her expression growing tense. She lowered her head, voice quiet. "He's a Kodiak bear. The 'Arctos' is a big clue. Big problem is that Gerard was there during the kill of his parents. I remember him telling me it took thirty of them to take down the father—the man was strong."
She paused, her voice trembling slightly. "He found out after that they're innocent. That bears are mostly peaceful—terrifying when pushed, but mostly gentle. They are also extremely Protective, that despite the fact we say Werebear, there not controlled by the moon, there more of a shifter. They can get angry and you have to watch it but nothing like a Werewolf"
Chris sat back, silent for a moment, absorbing her words. Outside, the faint hum of the house and the distant sounds of activity suggested life was already stirring, but the weight of the conversation lingered heavily between them.