Who: Claire and Gabe
When: Early morning
Where: Gabe's house
After Charlie left, Claire remained in the same room as Gabe, relieved once his agitation seemed to die down after Charlotte's departure. She stayed up as long as she could, but eventually she stretched out on the floor, pulled off her sweatshirt to use as a pillow, and fell asleep. She knew she should have went out to sleep on the bed, but at that point she had been too tired to really move, and as much as it
wasn't Gabe pacing in that cage, she didn't want to leave him. She just hoped he didn't find some way to get out while she slept because yeah, that would be bad. It was a fitful kind of sleep because really, how well could you rest with a caged werewolf in the same room? She didn't know what time it was when she began to wake up, but she doubted the sun had risen completely yet as she opened her eyes and blinked a couple times, the blurry cage coming into view. She didn't see the massive hybrid wolf inside and it startled her for a second, causing her to inhale sharply and sit up. She finally realized that the wolf was no longer there because Gabe had shifted back at some point. He was naked, but it was definitely him.
Gabe shivered, laying cold on the basement floor. His entire body ached as if he'd been beat up
and run a marathon, and at first he couldn't remember why. While he didn't want to move, he was cold, and reached for a blanket that wasn't there. Nothing seemed right, his memories fuzzy as he tried to think back far enough to understand where he was. The last thing he remembered was... Claire. On the other side of bars. And excruciating pain. Gabe groaned and pulled his knees up to his chest. He was groggy, and hungry, but very much alive.
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