Shady

Aeron’s den was fairly cozy, though simple. He had a small beat up dresser to one side where he kept his clothes for when he was human and a tote ...

He stayed awake until his Shift, agitated. Then he eventually fell asleep after sunrise.

He took the long way home, being sure she wasn’t following him, then settled in his den. What a fool. Absolute fool. He’d need to find a way to get ...

He snorted and stalked off quickly, feeling unsettled.

“I’m not the beast,” he hissed, casting another glare at her. “Your head is full of fluff and delusions. I’m a man. No more, no less. And you’re a silly ...

Aeron stumbled away from her, glaring. “You talk nonsense.” His chest felt tight and he turned away. “Go home. Before you get hurt.” He started to stride away.

Aeron wanted to pull away, but forced himself to calm down. To be aware of the space he was taking up. He forced himself to take a deep breath. He ...

“Someone had to have written the book.” He tugged on his hair, pacing anxiously. “And who knows how many copies there might be? Or how many people read it before ...

Aeron picked himself up, still alarmed. “Given to you by who?”

Aeron tensed, falling away from her and looking at her in absolute horror. “What? How do you know that? What book? Who wrote it? Where did you get it?” He ...

Aeron sighed and shook his head, but picked up a clean gauze and began dabbing away the remainder of the blood on her shoulder.

"Sounds like you've got bigger things to worry about," Aeron muttered, tying off the thread. "You've got a bounty on your head? Is... there a way to get it off?"

Aeron kept working, stitches tidy and quick. "Who is he?"

"... I meant the stitches." He gestured with the needle, then leaned in to make the first stitch.

He grimaced. "This is gonna hurt," he warned, deciding it was easier to just stitch her up than find a response for that. It was... sweet that she cared so ...