After 3 weeks or so, Zac's wolf body had already healed. There was no need for bandages on his back anymore and his paw was ok. There was no physical pain. Yet, he struggled- a lot. But at least there was something about the human that had unexpectedly helped him that was just fucking alluring to him now, somehow, that guy who had found him managed to gain his trust, managed to take care of Zac. And of course, the human didnât know that, but he had accomplished an almost impossible mission... not only approached a freaking alpha werewolf that was also badly wounded but managed to take him home and fucking bound with him! Take care of him, treat him, give him a place. Of course, the human hadnât known about the real meaning of any of that for a werewolf. He didnât even know it was a werewolf and, like most, wasnât even aware that they existed... But, damn, Zac was almost the size of a horse, covered in furs, he wasnât a friendly figure at first sight. Especially when he growled and showed his teeth when they first met. Why did this human care so much? Why had he approached when the whole situation yelled at him to step back? Well, it was a good question. But Zac had lost everything and the would not complain about Jeremyâs company or the name he had been given. He had Jeremy. Jeremy could be seen as pack. The only kind of pack he had. And Jeremy also worked as his anchor to keep him from going mad and bloody at the world, from releasing his rage. Which was a good thing... In exchange, after Zac had felt somewhat cared for in that house, he started looking for Jeremyâs touch. Heâd sit by the door whenever he left, sort of barking whenever Jeremy was taking too long to come back. Heâd protect Jeremy from any threat. He had truly, slowly, become attached to that boy... Even though he had been given a weird name. Kirby. That sounded like a girl, but ok.
That morning, Zac was thinking about it. It was the first time he managed to really think about the situation. Days ago, itâd be too overwhelming, he had kept relying on his instincts. But he knew he wouldnât be able to do that forever. Also, his conscience was slowly coming back...He sighed. And lazily turned around on Jeremyâs bed. Just to realize that he wasnât a wolf anymore. âWh...t...?â Zac frowned, confused, looking at his human hand and finding it fucking weird to move again. His voice was rough from the time he had passed without using it. He tried to sit down, which took a lot of effort, and then he looked down. He was totally naked.