05-02-2018, 04:00 AM
Lots of others disliked wolves. They were seen as dangerous and nobody wanted them in the neighborhood. Times like this made Oakley wish he was someone else- it wasn’t his fault he was a werewolf. He wasn’t even a dangerous one. He sighed. He couldn’t complain too much. He had a stable job, and a roof over his head at least. He drummed his fingers against the table.
He took Lyre’s hand and held it tightly, rubbing his thumb against his hand. “Yeah, wanna go to our bed?” He stood up a little bit, stretching slightly. He was sore as usual. He took Lyre by the hand and led him off to their room, humming softly.
He took Lyre’s hand and held it tightly, rubbing his thumb against his hand. “Yeah, wanna go to our bed?” He stood up a little bit, stretching slightly. He was sore as usual. He took Lyre by the hand and led him off to their room, humming softly.