Angry gray clouds filled the sky, dimming the world momentarily, and had it not been for your bedside lamp, you'd be in complete darkness. The soft pitter pattering of droplets hitting the windows created the perfect ambience sound while you read aloud to the fur ball laid out on your lap.

One hand held the book while the other stroked the fluffy face that rested on your lap. His ears laid flat on his head and despite it, he was listening to your every word.

Soft whines and rumblings could be heard over the sound of the rain, each one a silent plea; begging you not to stop. The sounds emitting from his throat causing vibrations to ripple against your thigh.

Your eyes fall from the book for a second, a small smile tugging at your lips as you observe the wolf in all his glory. His large, fluffy body was splayed out across your bed, laid out on his tummy. His uniform lacking the professionalism it usually had. The buttons of his blazer were undone, his tie was loose, and the muzzle he wore day in and day out was nowhere in sight.

Who knew your big, powerful, and capable butler could turn into such a lap dog?