“Alessio! You don’t have to guard me inside my own house.” Grazia exclaims in the morning. She steps over the half sleeping wolf and crouches down to him. He looks at her with interest and waits for what she will do. No sudden moves to scare her, she never had a dog and now she has a wolf. She sinks her hands in his fur and hugs him close. That feels so good to him, her presence and contact is all he craves. “You can sleep in my room tonight, if that makes you feel better. And I hate talking to the wolf. Shift back and come down for breakfast. We have plans to make.”
He watches her leave and shifts in the hallway. Walking around nude has never been an obstacle for him. He dresses fast and follows the smells of cooking. She is baking eggs and bacon. He didn’t know models eat any greasy foo
