Devon
The next morning, I woke up on the floor beside the couch. It took my half-awake brain a second to identify the scent of the fur covered person who had taken over my usual location, and I relaxed when I realized it was just Megan.
We'd never really done the sleeping over thing when we were together, so it was a new experience waking up near her, or anyone. I didn't remember her being in her wolf form last time I remembered, but apparently she had shifted during the night.
"Why are you a wolf?" I asked her as I sat up, leaning against the couch.
She didn't move in response to my question, not even her ears, but she did answer. "Because both my parents were wolves and that's usually how it goes."
"You know that's not what I meant."
"I'm too tired to know things."
"Why're you in
