Lupo

Chapter Four

Soft, warm, my room. I woke up covered in my favorite feather down comforter, I sat up and looked around. Dream? I probably had a dream, I don't dream a lot. I stood up and waddled into my bathroom to brush my teeth and start off my boring average day. I looked down at my hands and gasped. Blood, it wasn't a dream! I shakenly sat on my cold bathroom floor. How did I get in my room? Did my parents find me and take me in? Did I sleep walk in? I stood up quickly and darted into my mothers office. "Mom! Did you move me to my bed this morning?'' I said shooken up.

She gave me a confused look, "no? Weren't you in your bed?"

I hid my bloody hands behind my back, "yeah I was, sorry I'm tired." She gave me a concerned look and said "I rescheduled a appointment for that therapist Mr.Blackwood. He seemed to have a good affect on you!'' I sighed, then walked back to my room and sat on my bed and stared at my blood covered hands. I pondered, where did the wolf go...

Later that day we left for therapy, I honestly was happy I was going because I needed someone to talk too. Of course I wasn't going to tell him about the wolf or anything. We arrived and I sat in the waiting room, but this time I was more calm. I was more comfortable seeing mark. That boosted my mood a bit, after a bit of waiting I was called back and walked into his small room. He was sitting there with his cup of coffee,

"Hello Tristen!" He said smiling warmly at me. I waved and smiled a little and sat down. He turned his chair twords me and then I saw something weird. He had a wrap, on his leg that was in the exact same spot where the wolf was hurt, I mean if you compared the physical appearance of a wolf to a human. I looked at his leg a but bewildered and he spoke up, "If you where wondering I had a bit of an accident at home last night, nothing to worry about I still can get around." I blinked a couple times and realized that it was stupid of me to think he was a wolf, I sat back and looked up at him and apologized for staring at it.

He of course told me it was okay and then he proceeded to ask me questions and practiced some breathing techniques and other things to help with my anxiety. At the end of our session he brought his hand up to my head, I flinched a bit and he ruffled my blonde curly hair. I blushed a bit and he smiled at me. "Thanks kid." Then he told me I could go and I walked out confused. Thanks? Why thanks? I didn't do anything that he could thank me for. I'm completely lost.