"Then over time he changed. He said it was because he felt so guilty tearing those people up and being hunted down, that his mental image of himself changed and that's when he changed into the giant wolf shape. But, Lena, that took him hundreds of years. I am so screwed."
"I am starting to think the same thing. Casey. I am so far off kiter right now. Immortality, shape changing, and psychic connections; fuck, this is surreal." "You ain't just whistling Dixie through your pussy lips on that one dear."
They both started laughing. They laughed until they cried. Then they just cried. They hugged and cried together. When the emotional release finished pouring over them, they stood there looking at each other. Casey had an idea.
"I think I know what I need to do, but I need to have your permission first."
"What? Why do you need my permission to do anything?"
