At The Club

It was almost 5pm when they arrived back at the house from the park. Trey had fallen asleep on the way back and somehow, he also ended up shifting in the middle of his sleep. He couldn’t control his shifts but he had never gone feral in his wolf form.

Denise smiled as she pushed the door to his room open with her feet before stepping inside with him in her arms. She settled him on his bed and with her hands on either side of him, she dipped down, pressing her lips to his soft fur. This was his sixth shift and she had been with him all those times, but even now, she couldn’t stop herself from fawning over how beautiful his wolf form was. Black fur with a spec of red around his little snout, he looked majestic.

“Beautiful…” She whispered, leaning back. She moved her fingers to the top of his head, running it through his fur gently enough to not wake him. She liked seeing him like this, but at the same time, she hoped he’d never shift again anytime soon. His eyes…were the problem. He had