They didn’t care who got me pregnant… just that one of them did.
The first time I saw the beasts, I’d wandered off and gotten lost. But I hadn't been alone. Not the entire time. I’d been found, just not by something that was human. Bear-beasts. They were myths whispered amongst the villagers and that parents told their children before bed to keep them inside, to make them fearful of what lurked in the dark. Seven-foot-tall creatures covered in fur, with sharp claws, fangs, and the strength of a hundred men. But the creature kept me safe and led me out of the woods. I never saw it again, but I felt it—no, I felt them—watching me. Following me. Stalking me. They waited for me all these years. Protected and provided for me, even when I hadn’t realized it. Now, I was on my own, and not one but three primal beasts had come for me. And what they wanted was simple: To make me theirs in any way they saw fit. I was Goldie, and these were now my three bears.
