Eighty Three
Timothee
Right before the funeral, I felt Beau's anger grew tenfold. It's as if he had absorbed everyone's pain and hurt that he felt threatened and more protective than ever. Then and there I knew my wolf was changing. More.
My Terrence has been my anchor since the change in me began to surface as days passed. At times, I find myself shifting in the middle of the night after waking up from odd dreams - dreams about me, or more precisely, the past lives of my wolf.
When I wake up confused and in my wolf form, Terrence was there to calm me down. Without him, I could have hurt somebody else, or more.
The first night it happened, I hurt him bad. The dream I had was horrible. There were dead werewolves and humans everywhere. Grounds were covered with blood and the pain in
