Ty walked in through the already opened back door to my house. I looked at the door as we passed through and saw it was nearly pulled off its hinges. What happened to it?
Other than the door, the rest of the house seemed unharmed. Ty bypassed the living room, where Isaac sat stiffly on the couch, and went straight to my bedroom. He laid me down on my unmade bed.
"I will l-leave you to..." he cleared his throat, "change. Just call if you need me. I'll wait outside your door."
Once the door closed, I wanted to lay there and succumb to sleep. However, I had no chance of it. Grunting and groaning, I moved into a sitting position. Blood had started to dry into my fur. I was in pain with every move I made, and now I was about to make it worse. But I had to shift back. I needed answers.
Still feeling nauseated by the small amount of blood I had managed to ingest, I started the shift.