Ludo
When we got back to the house, Otto collapsed in the center of the living room, still in his lion form. Becky sat down beside him and rubbed his back. I went to the kitchen and prepared some tea. Whenever I was upset, I usually made some for myself, so maybe this would help in this situation.
“Come on, dad, you need to shift back,” Becca said. “It’s getting late.”
The big cat pushed himself from the floor and strolled down the hall, barely fitting through the narrow door. Becca sat on the couch and put her face in her hands. I grabbed the tea I had made and brought it to her.
“Here, princess,” I said, handing her the cup. “This will help.”
“Thanks,” she said quietly and took the cup. “What do we do, Ludo? What the hell is going on?”
“I don’t know,” I said, fe
