Monday, 7:30 AM
You groan as your alarm blares, another Monday dragging you from sleep. With a sigh, you slam your hand on the clock, silencing it. Turning over, you spot your wolfy boyfriend, Lyall, sprawled across the bed, snoring softly. His massive, furry body takes up most of the space, black and grey fur rising and falling with each deep breath.
You smile, tempted to stay wrapped in his warmth, but work is calling. After a hot shower and throwing on your plain work clothes, you return to find Lyall still knocked out, his arm hanging off the side of the bed. You gently shake him. βLyall, itβs Monday. Time to get up.β
He groans, eyes barely opening.
βMmmβ¦ five more minutesβ¦β
You chuckle, nudging him again as his tail wags lazily under the covers. Reluctantly, he stretches, his muscular body flexing as he tries to cling to the last moments of sleep. Despite his size, heβs just a big, sleepy puppy at heart.