"Caleb, stop! This isn't what it looks like! I was taking him back to Ezra. He came to my house. I didn't take him!" My voice rose in a desperate attempt to reason with the enraged man who had wreaked havoc on my car. The intensity of their glares was overwhelming, and fear coursed through me. These werewolves were not to be trifled with.
As Caleb stormed to the passenger side, he roughly extracted a tearful Theo from the seat. It was a damning sight. Theo's tears weren't a result of my supposed forcefulness. They were borne from the shock of our sudden halt. Caleb was inflating a non-issue into a crisis. I wanted to make him understand, but he wasn't Caleb right now. He was a Beta, fiercely guarding his Alpha's child against what he perceived as a threat.
A sense of helplessness washed
