Chapter 38

I have had enough. "George did nothing wrong," I fire at him.

"I knew the risks. I made the choice. George shouldn't have to leave the pack because of me. I'm here, aren't I?"

My words float in the breeze towards Caleb's unwilling ears. Indignation pierces me, emanating so everyone can see it.

"But, I almost thought you wouldn't be," Caleb stands up regally, and then reaches out with one finger and strokes my cheek.

Passion erupts under his touch, boiling beneath my skin. I nearly choke at the sudden wave of desire that almost overwhelms me. Why does his touch affect me so?

The werewolf sweeps me into a hug, which somehow seems gentler. His crushing embrace doesn't hurt like it sometimes does; only comforting me.

Sparks of warmth erupt, and suddenly I feel safer than ever before. Is this what a true hug is supposed to feel like?