Forever Young

Chapter 6, Canines

Forever young, ch 6

Forever Young

Chapter 6

Kayden's PoV

Mmm, I'm in heaven.

That was the first thought to enter my head when I woke up. I am in bed with my mate sleeping soundly next to me. It's only three am but I don't care. All that matters is that Selima's safe.

The only time she can be safe is when she's here, right by my side. I look down to her sleeping form. I watch the rise and fall of her chest; breathing in and out. It's something that seems so very simple. Creating a healthy relationship with Selima; that will be far from simple.

She hates me, I can tell. She pulls away from my touch; avoids it because she is so wary of it. Not only does she hate me, but she fears me too. I cannot blame her though. I've treated her like shit for the past five year. I don't deserve her.

Her peaceful breathing soon soothed me into sleep.

One Hour Later...

Selima's PoV

"morning." My cat says dreamily. I know why. Kayden is sleeping next to me, snoring softly. It was actually quite adorable.

I look to my hand; IVs penetrating it maliciously. The doctor hasn't shown up for a while. I am sure he wouldn't mind if...I take them out. I reach down and grasp on needle and pull.

"Ahh, shit!" I whisper yelled. It hurt like hell!

'One to go I.' told myself. I grasped it as I did with the previous one and yanked it out, this time not letting myself make a peep.

I get out of bed, carefully avoiding the sleeping form of Kayden. Once out of bed, I scurry towards the closet and pull out a pair of shorts and white t-shirt. I set them down on the set of drawers near my bathroom door and step in. I undress from the incredible dirty outfit I was wearing and hop into the shower. It was the same outfit I had worn yesterday. The same one I had been wearing when he beat me.

I pull myself away from these depressing thought as the hot water sprays against my back. It feels amazing! I know what you're thinking. Why would a cat like water? I thought cats hated it.

Well...it depends on what type of cat you shift into. If you shifted to a tabby cat or a Maine-coon, you probably wouldn't enjoy water. I, though, shift into a ragdoll cat. Basically, we're lazy cats who just flop around. Hehe, I live and interesting life...

Once I was out of the shower, I dressed quickly and grabbed myself a pair of shoes from the closet. They were dark green converse with black soles instead of the usual white.

Quietly, I walked down the old staircase out the door. Making use of the fact that no one was awake yet, I grabbed a pear from the kitchen. Perfectly ripe, just as I like it!

I walked towards the door slowly. It felt as if every step it took; every move I made was as loud as bomb... or worse, a vacuum cleaner! I opened the door very quietly, making sure to turn the door knob before shutting it behind me to avoid that little clicking noise.

Once outside, I looked around at the surrounding forest. I walked to an area that had cover from the pack house; hearing twigs snap and leaves crunch as I did.

I shifted into a little black kitten with white paws. My eyes became a silvery grey. My clothes didn't get destroyed as they would with a werewolf. Since I shrunk, my clothes just fell to the ground. At first glance, you'd expect me to be graceful, as most cats and shifters are in general, but... being a kitten made me clumsy. See, I just flop my arms and legs around.