He left without a word and became a soldier. I was so broken hearted I didn’t think I could ever love again. It was as if I was reborn as a completely different person without my strong, silent shifter lover. After nearly a decade of pointless flings and long hours at work, I thought I was ready for him to come back into my life. Then I lost a patient, and all of the pain from the days when he left washed over me. I’m not ready. I'm not ready to see my mate. My love. I ran from it, hiding even from my family. Then I encountered another shifter, and everything changed. Now I might lose him all over again. I want to curse him for making me care. But he will always be my hot bear shifter, the love of my life. I can’t lose him again.