Therian Stories

Brooks was at his wit’s end, between her flashbacks and her mood swings he was running out of options. He dialed the number he was told to dial only in the direst emergencies. And then waited. He’d grabbed a bottle of wine and found a hidden corner in the house, trying not to wince too hard when he heard things crashing and breaking, or her screaming. It was only about twenty to thirty minutes before he arrived. Slipping...