Chapter 8
Caleb
I should be furious with myself. Or at least be wracked with guilt. And I do feel some of that. But mostly… mostly what I notice is how sane I feel.
For three years I’ve been tottering on the edge of insanity. I’ve let the bear run the show too often, lost my grip on reality. On living. On being human. I’ve even wondered sometimes if I was responsible for what happened to Jen and Gretchen. They were killed by bear claws, after all.
And now—after one f**k with a young human female, I’m me again. I can think straight. Clearer. My surroundings seem more in focus, the fog’s lifted.
“How did that rate on your scale?” Miranda peeps up at me from under her lashes—like she took shy pills and they’re suddenly taking effect. Her cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, red hair a dishe
