68: Smart Moves

I couldn’t breathe. Caleb had been living in our house for almost two weeks. For two weeks I’d endured his irritating disregard for female shifters and his lofty ambitions to cede from the current regime. Two weeks, and not one word about my cousin being a few hours car ride away.

Afraid I’d pass out if I stayed there any longer; I turned on my heel and stalked out into the crisp evening air outside. Dmitri followed a step behind me, steadying me with his hands as the world spun around me.

“I don’t know if I want to kill him or confront him,” I choked back a sob as his fingers ran in calming spirals over my back. “Why wouldn’t he tell us about her after everything?”

“I don’t know,” he sounded deadly calm, “but we’ll figure out his true intentions and make him pay for his deception accordingly when the time is right.”

“What you mean is you want me to act like nothing is wrong and let him continue to handle everything we