Fear and dread

“Good girl," Marshall smiled as he walked over to Willow's wolf who was still whimpering on the floor but staring up at him with adorable eyes. He dropped to one knee and reached out to poke her cheeks with his elongated fingers and Marshall was unprepared for what happened next.

Willow’s wolf rose to full height and jumped on him, knocking him to the ground. Her wolf’s tongue came out to lick all over his face as she happily wagged her tail. Her wolf’s excitement was so contagious, that Marshall who was on the floor could not control his laughter. As he laughed, he reached up to rub her soft silky fur.

Harrison, who had soon recovered from the shock after Marshall was able to stop Willow from her madness, changed back to his human form, “What’s going on here?” his voice was cold as he watched Willow's wolf happily play with Marshall on the floor.

He was surprised to see that Marshall was laughing carefreely and happily. When was the last time he saw his cousin laugh like that? All he