Easter~
"I don't want to kill anyone. I just… I just want my life back. Please Jacob, please!"
The words escaped me in a hoarse sob, hanging between us like smoke in the cold air. My paws—my actual paws—trembled as they dug into the forest floor. My breath came in short gasps. The wind carried the scent of pine and the distant murmur of running water, but none of it calmed me. My world was unraveling.
I braced myself for the explosion.
Any second now, Jacob would snap—just like Ruben used to whenever I got "too emotional," or as he liked to say, hysterical and too much. That was always the script, right? I feel too much, react too loud, and suddenly I'm the problem. Again.
And maybe this time, I really was too much.
I mean—how do you stay calm when you've just been turned into a literal animal?
But the fury I expected… never came.
No raised voice. No sharp words. No dramatic pacing or disappointed sighs.
