I smirked and got out of bed, following Frodo to the bathroom.

-several hours later-

The water dripped down my back as I finally stepped out of the shower. Frodo had already gotten out as the water turned cold but I stayed, my head resting against the cool tile. I could feel the warmth of the wolf curling around the pit of my stomach, whining and whimpering, trying to break free. Was I meant to be some creature? Just some animal in the shell of a human?

I wrapped my waist with a towal and walked into the room. I looked at my reflection in the mirror behind the bed. My tattoos stood out against my pale skin, my eyes back to their original color, my hair falling in wet patches along my skin. It made me wonder what I would look like if I did turn into a over sized dog.