His Broken Dire wolf

Chapter 10

Molly’s POV

“Hi! my name is Travis, you must be Molly?” Travis reached out his hands to shake mine. As I grab his hand, the little husky gave a small growl like he disapproved. “I guess the therapy dog already doesn’t like me”. I almost started to cry from the instant rejection. Travis looks at the Husky and mutters something that sounded like “dumb ass”. “No, no, no that is not the case, he just doesn’t approve of other males being in the house”, Travis comments. Plus, he is trained to mainly protect you, so even though he knows me, he doesn’t like me, touching you”. Travis looked like he was struggling with an explanation, so instead I knelt down on one knee and introduced myself to the cute husky. “Hi, my name is Molly and I’m hoping you’ll be able to help me during my stay? Would that be okay?” I looked down at his tag on the collar for the name “Benson?”. The Husky ran into my arms instantly after I said his name. I fell in love as soon as he was in my arms. As I wrapped my arms around him, my body felt at ease, almost cleansed from my negative thoughts and terrors. “Thank you, Benson, thank you so much”. I began to tear up as this warm tingling feeling began to overwhelm my body. I haven’t felt this happy in months! Travis makes some absurd cough noises now to get our attention. “So I have my number and information here on this card. If you need anything or have any questions about Benson, let me know and we will do our best to help you.” Thank you, Travis, I very much appreciate it. Travis got down on one knee and said his goodbyes to Benson, “alrighty Benson, you behave little mister or else we will have to come and get you, got it?” Travis talked to Benson in a voice you would use if you’re talking to a toddler. Benson growled at Travis, making it very clear he did not appreciate the tone. “Alrighty, good luck you two, Travis steps away and as I closed the door a swore I could here him laughing outside”. I sat back down on the floor and started to cuddle with Benson. Do all therapy dogs give off this comforting feeling? “So this is the dog who will be staying with you?” My mom chimes in as she and dad are standing in the kitchen doorway observing my interaction with Benson. “Yeah, isn’t he amazing? I can’t believe how much better I already feel to have him here.” I enunciate the word “better” to support my cause. I need to make my parents feel at ease, so they won’t worry about me. My dad steps forward first, “Benson Come” he orders. Benson looks at him and snorts. Instead, he moves closer to me, practically lying on my lap. My dad’s eyebrows raised questioning at Benson. My dad walks over towards Benson himself and bends down low enough so he and Benson are making direct eye contact. “Alrighty Benson, you are to protect my daughter at all times, don’t let me down”. Watching the interaction between my dad and Benson made me laugh. Although it obviously wasn’t fun to them because they both did not break contact till my mom interrupted. “Alrighty honey, we will leave you to get rested and prepared for school. Please call us if you need anything, and if you change your mind and want to come home, we understand”. My mom kisses and hugs me goodbye. My dad hugs me a little longer and takes a sniff of the top of my head while embracing me. He can be so weird sometimes. “I love you guys too, text me to let me know you got home safely”. I watch as my parents drive away, and the realization that I am now alone hit’s me. Immediately, I closed the door and locked the bolt and the additional chain latch my dad screwed on. My chest begins to tighten up and breathing starts getting harder. I begin to feel a panic attack immediately and immediately, Benson senses my discomfort and jumps up on me, reminding me of his presence and sending warm tingles through my body. The tingles are familiar, I just can’t remember why. “Thank you Benson, should we get you all situated as well?” Benson then dashes through the house straight to my bedroom, as I walked in moments after him, I noticed he had already made himself comfortable on the bed. “Ha fair enough Benson, you can sleep on the bed. Probably going to need your help anyways. Maybe you’ll be the key to resolving my nightmares”. Benson looks at me concerned when I mention my nightmares. He is the funniest dog, it’s like he understands everything I’m saying to him. “Well, let’s get ready for bed, Benson”. I headed to my dresser to pull out some pajamas. It’s a bit warm still, so I grab a thin tank top and loose pair of shorts. As I was undressing, I noticed Benson turned to face the wall. “Benson? What are you looking at, boy?”. Instead, Benson doesn’t respond and continues to look away from me. “Ha are you looking away because I’m undressing?” his body freezes as if confirming my question. How adorable, even though I doubt that as a dog he would have such manners. “Well, aren’t you such a gentleman?” I chuckled. I then finished getting dressed and sat on the bed next to Benson to kiss him on top of the head. “Thank you Benson, you are full of surprises. You know that?”. Benson faces me now and begins to cuddle his head into my lap. I reached over to the lamp and shut the lights off. As I’m lying down, Benson waits for me to get comfortable before readjusting his body next to mine. I closed my eyes, and for the first night I dreamt I was no longer in that truck. I was still at Upper Park, but instead of with Shawn, I was sitting with the silver wolf I had thought I’d hallucinated that night. The wolf made no movement towards me, I wasn’t scared of him and came off completely harmless. Bizarrely enough, the wolf shared a similar resemblance to my therapy dog.