Later once Trey had driven them home and Adler had showered and managed to relax Trey came in from the kitchen ready to ask the question that was hanging in the air between them.
“So what the hell do you think is going on?” He handed Adler a beer and sat down on the opposing couch to him.
“I’m really not sure, but whatever it is, I don’t like it.” Adler grumbled, slumped back into the couch, sulking. “It’s hard enough dealing with my wolf when he’s all riled up let alone the beast! f**k…I’ve never been able to feel him within me like this before…”
“What’s it like?” Trey pierced him with a wondrous stare.
“Scary as f**k! What if it starts coming out all the time?” Adler looked positively sick and terrified. “I would have to be locked up, twenty four seven.”
Trey felt for his friend, he
