He wasn’t prepared for this.
He’d seen images depicting what they used to look like when they turned into their wolves hundred years ago in a history e-reader, but being faced with one was different. Worse, he had to stop him from running out of the house.
How the fuck was he supposed to do that?
He turned to the closed bedroom door and then the window. There was no way out. How did he get out?
Did he open the door?
He could. He was tall and big, and his eyes were full of intelligence.
Jamue swallowed.
“I don’t know what to do,” he cried.
The wolf tilted its head to the side.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not equipped to deal with you.”
He nudged him with his muzzle.
“What?” he asked. He got closer, dropping onto his hunches just as he dropped his head on his thigh, closing his eyes.
Jamue stared at him, shocked.
At least he wasn’t trying to run away. They stayed like that for a while until Jamue felt sleepy and tired. The wolf’s head was heavy. He stared at the bed longingly.
Then shook his head.
He couldn’t.
But it wouldn’t be like he was sleeping with Hym. He was in wolf form. It didn’t mean anything, he thought with a yawn, his eyes falling shut. He was so tired. He couldn’t leave the wolf. He might run away.
“Come,” he said, getting to his feet. He walked to the bed. The wolf ran ahead, jumped on the bed, and barked impatiently.
Jamue laughed. “You’re as demanding as your master, aren’t you?”
Jamue climbed onto the bed. Hym’s scent surrounded him. He moaned as he pulled his pillow close, barely stopping himself from sniffing it.
The wolf lay next to him, placing its head on his stomach.
Jamue surprised himself as he settled in the bed and ran his fingers through the wolf’s fur.
“I guess I’m more comfortable with you when you’re like this,” Jamue said “It's strange because you are him, and he’s you. But you can’t touch me when you’re like this.”
The wolf made a chuffing sound, settling in.
“It’s not that I don’t want him to touch me. I do. But…” I’m broken, Jamue said to himself. He sighed, drifting off, the weight of the wolf on top of him somehow comforting him.
***
Hym
Hym’s arms tightened reflexively around him. He groaned, burying his face against him.
He sighed, at the heaviness in his balls and the throbbing hard cock against his thigh. He hated it when the lines between his dreams and reality blurred. The feelings from his dream lingered long after it faded into the night.
It was going to take ages to get over this shit. Why did it have to happen the day before his heat?