Getting back home, I took my shoes off and examined the entry room. Usually, Wolfy greeted me at the door. Where was he now?

I pursed my lips, stalking towards the living room. It was already late at night and all the lights were turned off. Reaching the living room, I saw the TV was on and there was a figure lying on the couch.

Relief washed over me. I had been afraid to go out and leave him alone. He could've escaped if he wanted to. But he was still here. His caramel hair caught my eyes and I moved a bit to see his face. He had a...