Noah's POV
"Mmmmm fooood," Blake groans sounding tired. I sit up on the bathmat I've been lying on and look at Blake. She just woke up. She still has the fish scales over most of her arm. It's been a few hours, and some of it has gotten better, but it's still clearly visible. Ugh. I can't believe I gave her a seashell that made her sick. Blake's arm reaches over the side of the tub and starts running her fingers thru my fur. I purr in contentment. The sparks of her touching me are so intense right now. I don't know if it's because I'm in wolf form or because she has a tail right now, but it feels great.
"Food, please," she begs. Ugh, I don't know what to do. Her dad said that I shouldn't feed her. But I don't want her to starve. Ugh. I get up and walk out of the bathroom. I need to figu
