At Efferton Manor
It was after 6pm when Oz woke from his nap. He lay for a long time in the bed, in shock, in disbelief. He'd been so sure the morning was a dream. Couldn't have really happened. But...he was in a very nice room, a room that looked and felt to be in a very nice home. Wednesday's home.
He would ahve to make a point of thanking her later.
He stayed in the room, uncomfortable with the idea of walking around...Until he had to go outside and prepare for the wolf.
Last night. Last night for a month. he told himself as he made his way to the yard, grateful he didn't encounter anyone on the way. He gave himself plenty of time to walk around the perimiter of the yard, to check the gate and the impossibility of his wolf scaling the wall. Just before midnight, he shed his clothes and left them in a neat pile by the back door where Wednesday had told him earlier.
All he could do then was wait for the wolf to take over. And hope the yard was as safe as Wednesday and Medusa assured him it was.
He would ahve to make a point of thanking her later.
He stayed in the room, uncomfortable with the idea of walking around...Until he had to go outside and prepare for the wolf.
Last night. Last night for a month. he told himself as he made his way to the yard, grateful he didn't encounter anyone on the way. He gave himself plenty of time to walk around the perimiter of the yard, to check the gate and the impossibility of his wolf scaling the wall. Just before midnight, he shed his clothes and left them in a neat pile by the back door where Wednesday had told him earlier.
All he could do then was wait for the wolf to take over. And hope the yard was as safe as Wednesday and Medusa assured him it was.