A cruel spasm

Brinley

I emerged from the small bathroom, having shifted back into my skin. When I was seated, Coal wrapped his arm around me again, keeping me tight to his chest. In the back of my mind, I realized the entire pack was waiting for us, but I didn’t care. I still had a multitude of questions.

Marku had also returned to his chair. He was now holding a crystal glass with amber liquid. I noted he kept his upper body bare, not replacing the fur previously covering his shoulders and arms. I suspected he understood my Wolf wanted every other Wolf to recognize just who he belonged to. And it was clear Marku had no problem acknowledging her claim. Marku was our family, and my Wolf wanted everyone to know it. I didn’t disagree. For too long, we’d been alone. There was no more social environment than a Wolfpack. Wolves were driven to live as one big family, but not us. We’d been shunned.

No more.

Getting back to the task at hand, I asked, “What happened next? After you met my mother.”

Marku brou