Caleb entered their bedroom and sat on the king-sized bed. He watched her fold some clothes into a small suitcase.
“I wanted to plan our wedding, not run to the other side of the world from you,” she said, not turning around.
“It’s not the other side of the world, baby. It’s just the next town.”
“And I know how far that is, Caleb. This just seems so unnecessary. Your house is secure. There’s a lock on the door. Can’t you call the police if it’s so bad?”
He smiled to himself then patted the bed. She sighed and sat beside him.
“Nobody knows about shifters. No humans. You’re one of us now, so you can’t be sharing what you know with the world. It would be dangerous, to say the least.”
“So, no police?”
“We have to handle everything ourselves. It’s never usually an issue for us. This is a
