The Change

When I woke up it was still dark outside. Lucien was asleep next to me so I wiggled carefully inching my way out of bed. I dug in my dresser and grabbed the first tshirt and leggings my hands touched. Pulling my clothes on I was as quiet as possible, I wasn’t ready to face Lucien again. Opening the bedroom door I paused as I heard him move, I let out  sigh of relief when I realized he had just rolled over.

Step by step I took, almost as if I was a thief in my own house. With each creak I would pause and listen for any sign of movement. Halfway down I shook my head, fuck this I though as I continued down not caring how much noise I made. Once in the kitchen I poured myself a glass of tea and stared out the back door. I was about to return my glass to the sink when I saw the same little red wolf trot himself over to the shed and lay down.

The little wolf had been watching me from day one. Sitting my glass down on the bar I unlocked the back door and opened it