My wolf never wants this to end, but the time has come and there’s nothing that can be done about it. I have a servant waiting with clothes as I shift back into my base form. She gapes to my eternal annoyance at the werewolf behind me, standing as tall as a horse and I give her a small warning growl to remember her lowly place. I quickly donned the provided items of clothing, a pair of black jeans, a t-shirt and puffer jacket before slipping into white fila takkies. Finally strapping my twin jeweled blades where Lazarus won’t see them, I am ready. The servant waits for me to finish all the while increasingly irritating me by staring at Nate's wolf. So, despite my better nature, I dismiss her with a flash of my canines. Nate’s wolf nudges my arm, seeking to calm my temper as my nerves play
