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Morgan
He doesn’t talk to me for two days.
I’d think I hurt his feelings if I really wanted to put a description on what’s happening, but we don’t even know each other.
I don’t even think he came home last night.
Which is…fine. He’s allowed to do that. I’m just the help, right?
Not sure why I keep bothering to dress up cute to clean his stupidly nice house when he’s not even here, but on the off chance he’s got cameras or some shady shit, I don’t want to be in breach of contract and lose this job. It’s been a relief not to worry about future bills, because I don’t have any now.
I’ve been trying to memorize the layout of his home, letting myself experiment a little in the kitchen with no one else around to tell me no, enjoying the kiss of well-worn sweats and t-shirtswhile I stir thick homemade soup and pop fresh rolls into the oven.
Rayna hasn’t been here so either she got fired or got dead, don’t really care which. Okay I do, but like, not by much.
I stay on top of my duties. The floors get mopped, the sofa gets vacuumed and fluffed, the baseboards get scrubbed…there’s a lot of house for one person to clean, but even I have to admit this is a huge step up from working at a shitty gas station for minimum wage.
I don’t have to deal with anybody else really, and I get to just focus on my tasks in a comfortable environment.
My chest still feels hollow though with Alex not here, and by the end of the second day of him being gone, I give up fighting my wolf and decide that shifting is what I need.
Alex has a gorgeous garden out back that’s fully fenced and fully private, and I eye the spa with wide, gleaming eyes as I walk past it and to the wilder part of his property.
Even standing bare outside under the moon has me a little calmer, my wolf settling. I can’t stop there, though.
I pull my wolf forward and lunge to the trees, weaving in and out of them to see how fast I can go.
I’m free and strong, with mother moon’s blessing glowing down on me, and it’s hard to feel upset by human things when I’m in my most primal form.
Every once in a while, I catch hints of Alex from him running through here in the past, making my wolf want to whine and roll over.
I run until I can’t anymore, and then I collapse, panting, near the pavement where I left my clothing.
I’m just about to shift back and head inside for a hot shower when I realize I’m not alone.
It’s a slight breeze along my spine, ruffling my thick gray fur that tells me he’s here.
My wolf does what she wants, doesn’t bother with emotions. So, when we get a fresh hit of Alex’s scent, we’re bounding towards him. My wolf doesn’t care about what human me cares about.
Alex’s wolf is gorgeous, a darker gray than I am and standing much taller than I am with his piercing blue eyes that make me want to do anything he wants. It’s dangerous, is what it is.
He shifts back before I do, standing before me, waiting for me to join him.
It’s not awkward to be standing out here with him, naked, because my wolf has cooled my defenses down.
“Had to know you were okay. I was trying to give you space, but I needed to know. Are you…okay?”
I’m confused. “Why wouldn’t I be? Is something happening?”
I look closer, and he’s a mess. Dark circles under his eyes, and the shift seems to have taken something vital out of him, because his body just feels…off.
“Didn’t even notice I was gone, did you? I’m such a dumbass. Okay, sorry for bothering you. Call me if you need anything. I’ll make sure groceries get delivered regularly.”
He turns to leave out the side gate he must have snuck in through, but everything in me is begging me to run after him, to stop him from leaving.
My touch seems to burn him. He hisses out as I reach for his arm, pulling him around to face me again. “What’s going on with you?”
He scrubs his face, completely miserable. “Just a wolf being rejected, that’s all.” He attempts a half smile, but it doesn’t do much for me.
