#Chapter 195: Dangerous Distractions

Caleb reads the threat before I can think to hide it. As he does, a red hue begins to swirl in his eyes swallowing all other color there. “Caleb,” I whisper, hoping the softness in my voice might help calm him, when he seems so very much like he might shift at any moment. The fingers of his free hand curl, claw-like. The other grips the dagger in a white-knuckled grip. His shoulders are square, his back straight. Those red eyes flash dangerously. “Look at me,” I tell him, coaxing his gaze up away from the threat and to my face. When his glance meets mine, I say, “I’m okay. I’m right here. No one has hurt me.” “Yet,” he growls, his voice more wolf than man. The letter is intimidating. If my focus wasn’t entirely on trying to calm down Caleb, I’d be much more frightened than I am. Yet, perhaps part of my hyper focus on Caleb is a defense mechanism to keep myself from being frozen up with too much fear. This isn’t the first threat I’ve received, but there is something ominou