I get awakened brusquely from my sleep because of repetitive knocking.

“What the hell,” Ramona groans, rubbing her eyes.

“Must be our make-up and dressing team,” I say, lying back down.

“Oh, my Goddess!”

I jerk up as Ramona practically jumps out of bed. "What the hell is this?”

“It’s just Drake." I chuckle, caressing his big head that is lying on my stomach.

The big wolf growls approvingly, closing his eyes. “It's been a few nights that he has been staying with me.”

Petting him under the chin and to his ear, I make him growl happily. "Don’t be afraid, he's such a good boy.”

Drake whimpers proudly, cuddling...