Caleb
If there were a pill for slipping back into hibernation—real bear hibernation, not just shifter low gear—I’d take it right now.
Forget everything that happened over the past fifty-six hours and sleep it off.
No, that’s not true.
My body feels great. The bear feels great. Alert. Alive. Ready to romp. It’s just the human side of me that wants to crawl back in a hole and cover my head.
And that’s because of the heaviness in the pit of my stomach over leaving Miranda at that cabin. The guilt over not wanting to leave her and the overriding protectiveness that makes me think she’s unsafe there by herself.
If I could sort out this tangled ball of emotion, I’d say it’s one part guilt over cheating on the memory of Jen, and one part missing the quirky scientist who just fearlessly surr
