As the night went on, Carina found herself cold, even laying on the couch in her wolf form.

Still half asleep, the she wolf walked up to Morgan's room and curled up beside the warm body, happy for both the soft bed and the warmth.

She dreamt a lazy dream, something of her old life. Lazy hikes and lady bug dresses. The dream was a rose colored haze, the voices soft and muffled, the faces blurred.

However, one line gave her chills. 

"Where on earth could my little bug be?"

Carina, now changed again and naked, squirmed in the bed, shivering and shaking though it was not cold.