Rude Awakening

Rob woke to a world of pain, and it took him a minute or two to remember why. Along with that memory came several times more realizations. He wasn’t dead, his wounds were dressed, and Rob was in a cage.

The cage was far too small for a shifter. His wolf barely fit lying down. Beyond the bars of the cage, he could see a kitchen. It smelt clean, but there was little in the way of food smells. Clearly, it wasn’t used much. His nose picked up a fresh smell. One that seems vaguely familiar. His mind was running more like a wolf’s than his human's. That meant, he’d been in this form for an extended period. But the scent was inviting and felt welcoming. His mind wasn’t fully working at peak efficiency yet. But the scent and the bandages fell into place like a couple of puzzle pieces. The scent of the kitchen was far too strong to be anything other than Rebecca’s kitchen. He was in Rebecca’s home.

He couldn’t shift within the cage. It wouldn’t accept anything the size of a human. Also,