“Wake up, my angel,” Caleb’s voice purred in my ear. His fingers slipped through my hair.

I sat up and growled, scurrying away from him on the bed. “What are you doing!?” I snapped.

Caleb sat on the edge of my bed. He picked up the reddish-colored stuffed wolf, stained with fresh tears, and turned it over in his hands.

“I don’t want to see you,” I hissed. I curled my legs to my chest, making myself as small as possible, and hugged my arms around myself. ...