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Slowly but surely hours passed into days. Clays injuries went from life threatening to merely a painful inconvenience. The chauffeur of the sleek black Mercedes returned once again, insisting his already covered expenses included more than just driving. 
In a sombre silence the blood was mopped from the floors and wiped from the walls. Body parts were removed from the house and cupboards and cutlery returned to their rightful position.
No one questioned the unexplainable, no one wanted to know. Mind and eyes numb to the task at hand they drudge on through the necessary duties without pleasure or complaint. 

Max, was what Clay had become accustomed to calling the old wiry silver moustached man even though he explained that his name was Maxwell.
Max responded by always using Sir and Madam. He soon proved his skills extended far beyond merely driving as he began to take care of shopping, cooking and the laundry. In fact it seemed there was nothing he couldn't do, Clay quickly became partial to his generosity and took advantage of this new level of luxury.

In the lost hours alone at night Clayton clasped the name on his wrist and looked at the lifestyle which Dorian had built for himself, the lifestyle he had began to experience himself for the first time. The nice things, a stable reliable house, simple luxuries... A woman.

Clay hated the wolf within him for good reason, but he hated reflecting on choices of the past even more. He let the beast slowly consume him, fur bursting out through his skin, highly agitating and itchy. Then came the sickening grinding of bones and the squelching of reforming muscle. No pain was spared at his expense. Before it went too far Clay stumbled down the stairs and ran out side, the pounding of his feet soon becoming the thudding of four large paws as he tore across the grass towards the nearby faint tree line, leaving his nightwear behind soaking in the dirt.

He would run free and wild, stalking, hunting and preying on anything he could find. When eventually tiring he would retreat back to the house before first light and attempt to sneak back up into his room.