back to being human (Patreon)

the morning after is always the worst. there’s something about getting a wolf back into its human form that never sits right. every part of me is aching as i’m coming to, trying to piece together what happened during the full moon. i’m in our bed, which is always a good sign. it’s not long before you come in, almost like you could feel i was awake. you climb into bed and wrap around me. feeling you, your skin, smelling you, holding you, reminds me that i’m human again. i’m still a mess, i need sleep, i need time to recover, but i’m just happy i behaved while i was in the doghouse. all i want from this morning is five more hours of sleep and you.