Brandon POV
Desmonte allowed me to take back control of my body right as the sun broke over the horizon. I strolled into my house swiftly, carrying a massive black wolf in my arms. Desmonte was a few feet taller than me, so Sheila was nothing to him, but I was actually a bit smaller than Sheila in my vampire form.
I struggled with the giant fluffy monster in my arms, adjusting her uncomfortably. Her fur is tickling my face, and I can't see over her massive body. She also smells really strongly of mating, so my sense of smell is a bit thrown off. Desmonte is now a stronger presence in me and is putting off some annoying smug vibes. I shake him off and try to blow the fur out of my nose.
I've never been an animal person. The fur. The responsibility. The endless barking. And don't get me
