The door opened slightly and I stepped back, expecting the worst. For a while, nothing happened, and then a paw came out of the open door.
I stepped back hurriedly, as the door opened wider, as if what was behind it had pushed open the door using it's body.
It finally opened up completely, and there stood a magnificent wolf. I knew it was no husky from the large body and the fangs.
Huskies can never look like this.
I fell down close to it, feeling a bit drawn.
"Kyran?" I asked him, stretching my hand. I can't say if it was optical illusion but he seemed to smile. Proudly at that.
I touched the front hair closest to his nose lightly, still wondering where I got the courage to, but I did.
He came close to where I was sitting and curled up on me, his head on my laps. This had to be the weirdest most romantic thing ever. If someone was to walk in, how was I supposed to explain cuddling with a werewolf?
