It would be half a life, but if it saved hers, I’d consider it well spent.
So when my very inebriated mate stumbled into the room and didn’t even bother to shut the door behind her, I stayed still until the snoring began, and then quietly nosed it shut. I couldn’t lock it in wolf form, but I could lie in front of it until she woke and took care of it herself.
I couldn’t say when I dozed off; the nights were long when you spent them telling the Moon Goddess your woes.
And when I slipped into the dream, it was smooth as an early morning stream, unbroken by ripples. I only noticed because for the first time in a long time, I was a man. Panic nearly sent me right back out of the dream, until I turned around and saw my sleeping wolf guarding the door so his mate could rest. His mate who was
