When I started slowing the pickup down, almost coming to a stop, two things transpired within a second of time: the five strong-featured men in the distance started to shift into their bear forms, one by one, and Timber, also in human form, stepped out of the Deep, walked up to the Ford’s hood, turned, and faced me, pounded his fists on the pickup’s hood, growled like a bear, and became red-faced, obviously angry as hell at me.