My guest having retired for the night, I sat on my bed, bored, restless. I could feel something dangerous brewing though. A familiar feeling bubbled slowly to the surface-I needed to run, too see the moon, to smell the forest.I was a caged animal.
I glanced at the clock and muttered unhappily. Two in the morning. If my human mother caught me she'd pick a fight. The way I was feeling, controlling my anger would be hard. So I couldn't leave. How wonderful.
As I sat there a few more minutes, I felt a tremor ripple through me, starting near my heart and spreading outward. Springing off the bed and to my feet, I trembled again. I flexed my jaw a