“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 f*****g kill. He’d gained control, but now, as he stared out across the night, only sensing sweet little creatures like rabbits or dear, he had a bad feeling.
“Your rogue bear, at any time he chooses, can he mimic people?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I assumed he was crazy and couldn’t control being both the bear and the human.” Caleb looked around the forest. “He’s not here.”
“No, he hasn’t been here for a while.”
“Why the f**k didn’t yo
