DEA
“Wolf Transitioning? Just what does he mean by that?” I kept on thinking while under the covers and staring at his sleeping face beside me. His arms were possessively dangling around my stomach.
Arthur did not care to elaborate further when I asked him about it. He just said that it's going to get worse from now on and that there is no need for me to worry because it's normal.
Is he going to kill me this time? I thought.
“Arthur?” I called his name softly and when there was no answer that came, I pushed myself up, careful of the lingering weakness in my body.
That pull came to me again stronger this time.
I inhaled sharply, my gaze drifting toward the window. Beyond it, the forest stretched into darkness as if it was waiting for me and calling for me.
The floor was cold beneath
