Tabby threw the bundle of blankets down onto the floor. She put her hands on her hips and grinned widely at me.
“You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“No, that’s—”
She flopped down on top of the pile of blankets without laying them out flat. She curled up on the floor like she was a cat instead of a wolf in a human form. As I stared down at her, I fidgeted with the end of my shirt.
“—not necessary.”
But Tabby was already comfortable in her pile of blankets. She opened her eyes, blinking up at me. She slowly raised her head, a look of concern crossing her face.
“Is that okay? Did you want to sleep on the floor?”
I looked at the more than perfect twin bed. It had purple bedding and lots of stuffed animals on it. Her room was like her: carefree with many colors that made m
