“He hasn’t hurt us,” Sierra defends him, yet her fear is still there.
“Sierra, just give me control if you can’t handle him; you said it yourself; he won’t hurt us,” I tell her.
“Yeah, but he has been strange the last few days; you saw him last night it was like he didn’t recognize us, he called us Angie,” she says, and I know it hurt her, but she also understood it, yet we never called him Lyle.
Feeling a hand grab us, Sierra whimpers before we are suddenly yanked out from under the bed by our tail. Her claws dug into the floorboards scratching the stained wood. He growls at us.
“Shift now; why are you ignoring me?” Ah, so that’s what's with him. He thinks we are ignoring him. To be honest, I was ignoring him. I wanted to leave the house; he promised to take us to see Kat. Kat even sa
