Chapter 39

Laura

"What do you mean my lycan form isn't dangerous?!" Caleb glares at me, not quite roaring, but his voice is raised. "I've killed people who were my own pack members, Laura!"

"Yes, well... That is indeed terrible, but..." I swallow thickly. "I think—"

"You think?!" Caleb growls. "You can't go around thinking. You have to know things for certain!"

Anger rises in my chest. My mate is such a grumpy fucking lycan when he wants to be!

"Listen to me, will you?!"

"No, I want you to listen!"

Growling, I drag a chair from the kitchen table and walk over to Caleb. I climb up on it, so we are face-to-face, and then I prod my finger into his thick, stupidly sexy chest.

I wet my lips. "Your lycan form has been nothing but nice to me, okay?! So stop acting like such a baby! Perhaps the key is to start accepting what and who you are!"

His eyes narrow as he takes me in.

"You look stupid standing on that chair. Get down before you fall down and injure yourself."

"I won't fall."

"That's what eve