Chapter Eight.
The next few days Richard Knight avoided me like I was the plague, well in reality for him an encounter with that dreaded disease would be distinctively more preferable that being in some type of relationship with my real self.
I had resumed my normal ritual of a small amount on wolfsbane each morning and being separated from Richard had taken away some of the strength he provided my wolf, so my life was pretty much back to normal, apart from the urge to go see him, which I was able to resist quite nicely, not really nicely but able to resist anyway!
Work was good, and I was enjoying the promotion, after another very productive day I and a busy week, headed out of the office, and headed home, ready for my weekend.
I decided to have a walk along the river bank, and a
