#Chapter 143: The Fate Of The King

Never before have I seen Caleb act this animalistic without reason. It’s as if he’s totally lost himself in the frenzy of the wolf. Even half-shifted, he seems out of his mind, with neither man nor wolf fully in charge. Only the paranoia drives him now, like a parasite that’s fully taken over his body. The pieces of the photo I’d printed of Summer Robins twist and fall in the windless room. Even when they finally rest of the floor, Caleb lifts his foot and smashes them further, as if hoping to grind them to dust – as if, needing to somehow, for reasons I don’t fully understand. When he’s like this, I fully fear him and the carnage he could wrought. I know he’s not the man I’ve come to admire, even love. This is someone else wearing his skin. Yet, even with that fear, I can’t let this continue. If I don’t find a way to stop this transition, I might fully lose Caleb forever. That is unacceptable. I won’t allow it. Pushing myself forward, I reach the edge of the bed, then step off