“What’s wrong?” Joe asked.

“The hotel hasn’t called.” Caleb ran a hand down his face, glancing at the time. They were deep in the forest and the scents of the rogue bear had been diminishing all day. He didn’t like this.

A few hours ago, fear had flooded his entire body. It had been so strong that his wolf had been close to the surface, ready to fucking kill. He’d gained control, but now, as he stared out across the night, only sensing sweet little creatures like rabbits or ...