grows stronger each time I see you. You're changing."
"I'm not changing. I'm the same as I've always been."
"No, Hannah. I don't understand how but you're changing. You're becoming one of us."
"No! How can that be? You're wrong," she said as she stepped back confused.
"You are. Look at your eyes," Caleb said.
Hannah didn't have to. Deep down, something within her said he was telling the truth. She felt the difference within her as the wolves fought, but didn't understand it. Without needing a mirror, Hannah knew her eyes glowed amber.
Chapter Eight
"How is this happening?" Hannah asked. "A person doesn't just change into a werewolf."
Caleb saw confusion spread across her pretty face. He knew he had to help her control it or as the wolf spirit grew, it would consume her.
"Come with me," he said as he took her hand. "We need to go somewhere safe, where we can talk."
"Then come inside. God only knows what my mother is up to, but the lights are out so I guess she's still at Night Shift." Hannah shook her head. "Don't ask."
She pulled out an old bronze key and unlocked the door. They entered a small hallway which led to an open room with a couch and the TV at one end and a kitchen at the other end. Hannah disappeared through a door then reappeared holding a pair of baby blue sweatpants and a white oversized button shirt that she handed to him.
"I'm sure they won't fit, but you have to put something on," she said.
"Why? Does it bother you that I'm naked?"
Caleb watched as her cheeks turned red. He laughed heartily, then took the clothes and pulled on the pants. They were tight, almost like a second skin and the bottoms of the sweatpants only reached his calves. He held the shirt up to his large chest, showing her how small the shirt really was, shrugged and put it on even though he couldn't button it.
"Do you want anything? Coffee? Hot chocolate?" She asked.
He smiled. "Its very nice of you to be polite, but I know where your head is. You're thinking about your eyes and wondering what's next." As she nodded, Caleb noticed tears in her eyes. "Come sit with me," he said.
"I don't want to be a wolf. It was hard enough growing up as a witch, and that people didn't know just by looking at me. I can't walk around with yellow eyes."
"Relax," he said as he took her hand and closed his large hands around it. "I know you can do this. Just listen to me. You know how you focus on Pea in the circle to make her come?"
"Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?"
"Use that focus. Focus on your eyes and that beautiful green color they used to be."
"You think my eyes are beautiful?" she asked.
He smiled softly at her and stroked her cheek. "The most beautiful I've ever seen. Now concentrate on them. Clear everything from your mind except for what color your eyes were."
She closed her eyes for a minute and when she opened them they were emerald again. Smiling, she slumped back against the couch and let out a long sigh.
"Thank you. Is that how you change?"
"Yes, although it becomes easier the more you do it. You need to control it so it doesn't control you. You never want to meet a shifter who isn't in control of his animal spirit, they're dangerous. There are times when circumstances force it to take control. Like earlier," he said. "When Renfield attacked you, becoming a wolf wasn't a thought. It just came naturally because I had to protect you. I'm sure that's why your eyes turned. Your wolf spirit was ready to protect you too."
"My wolf spirit? Nothing makes any sense anymore. My entire life I've been told wolves were awful, disgusting, and untrustworthy. And then I meet you."
"You feel what I do, don't you?" he asked softly.
Caleb had been wanting to talk to her. Although she didn't know anything about fated mates, he believed she had to feel the same thing he felt.
"I don't know. I don't know what I feel. I'm so confused. I can't explain it."
"I can't explain it either," he said feeling the