The wolf stepped up from the space by my side. His sad eyes drifted over me as he did, before turning away. Was he about to walk away from me too? Had I not just told him how lonely I was? Did that not tell him that I needed him? Needed his company?
Yet he continued to walk. His soft feet were padding along the forest floor as my eyes filled with tears. Before he suddenly turned, and began that now familiar process of shifting. The transition of his body from his sleek and strong wolf form into his toned human form. His fur receded from his body as his bones realigned. Such a strange sight to see, but one that no longer bothered me. I expected to wake up now, like I usually did by this point. I never saw my werewolf in his human form. My dream is always finished by now, but tonight, for
