GINGER
He gently flipped me onto his furry back, taking my arms into his mouth, holding me safely in place. He gave a slight shake, presumably to make sure I was secured, and broke into a run. Before long, we arrive at our destination, and he gently lowered me to the ground again, and then picked me up in his human form. I threw my arms around his shoulders as he carried me into the packhouse and upstairs, gently laying me down on top of his bed.
I was relieved to be on his soft bed, but unable to keep my eyes open, shivering from the cold. "I'll be right back," he said softly. I moaned quietly when he walked out of the room, clutching my stomach, trying to ignore how nauseous I felt, desperate not to throw up. When his footsteps sounded as he reentered the bedroom, I opened my eyes and
