Getting Later and Later

Although everything screamed to chase Mech down, Adras ignored his instincts and jumped down on the street. If he changed now, Adras would be a butt-naked man, and although there was no one around, he didn’t feel much for it.

So he struggled with the door in his wolfform, closed it when he finally made it in and then changed back. He didn’t hear the soft cursing sounds he’d been expecting to hear, so something was defiantly wrong.

Without worrying about his appearance anymore, he busted in, only to find nothing.

Adras took a closer look, and then he saw her.

Garyl laid half on the couch, half on the floor. Her dark hair in a fan-like form around her head, with a couple of strands on her cheek.

Although she looked peaceful, it was also unnatural static.

Cursing under his breath he laid her on the floor, trying to remember the first-aid lessons.

Appeased that she was still breathing, there was nothing more to do for waiting till she opened her eyes.

Adras went upstairs, knowing she had some of his clothes in case he would drop by. Dressed in jeans and sweater, he did another check on Garyl.

His eye caught the coffee cups on the table and with a bad feeling he picked up Garyls. With his nose almost in the cup, Adras sniffed.

With a scream so loud it would be noticed two blocks away he trashed the thing to the wall.

“NOOOOOOO!”

His chest went up and down quickly, as he knelt by Garyl yet again. Please, don’t let this be true!