The Wolf's Heart Of Change

Chapter 1 - A new to an ongoing

To those who didn't read the description, there are some sensitive topics used in this story. I understand it can upset some people, so if you don't like it, don't report, don't read.

Thank you. Enjoy the book.

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{Thoughts}

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Notes are usually at the end of the chapters.

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{HOLY FUCK NO! Other way! Other way! Never mind pizzaplex it is.}

Running into the pizzaplex and hiding away from the angry mob giving chase. Being five foot ten has its benefits. It's just the right height for pretty much everything, especially hiding. Most of the others around were taller. 'He' stayed where he was behind a large plant pot with a big thick bush in it, knowing full well he would be shot at least like twenty times and stabbed fifteen if he came out.

{Man, this is getting more difficult and dangerous.}

Though waiting silently was boring, 'he' had had enough of being chased around, so some peace was very much appreciated when it came. After an hour, maybe, he poked his head out. There were crowds of people evenly spaced about the lobby.

Making use of his hood, 'he' got up and moved over to the entry gates where he could see out the front doors. The mob was waiting for him while being told off by security for running in with weapons out. Deciding that it was probably best not to go towards the angry lot, 'he' ventured further in looking around the room.

'He' had never actually been inside the pizzaplex, only ever run past the carpark entrance while being chased so it truly was a sight to behold. His phone receiving a message pulled him back to reality.

?: I guess you're in the pizzaplex then considering the large group outside.

'Him': Yea. It was that or a shotgun to the face, so like what choice did I have.

?: Guess I'm coming in then. You still in the lobby?

'Him': Indeed I am.

?: Ok.

And with that, 'he' watched the front doors to see if his friend would show. He did... with the angry group who spotted him almost immediately.

?: "THERE HE IS!"

'Him': "Oh, you little snake."

Turning around and running through into the main atrium, 'he' desperately looked for a place to hide. Gator golf or Roxy raceway? By the theming of gator golf, it would be easier to hide, but he would have to be still and silent, whereas Roxy raceway would likely be loud and active, easier to just slip away. Finding that the group was catching up quick, 'he' bolted to the raceway, practically flying through the trophy gallery, running parallel to the track and round the back of the stands on the other side where it was dark. Peaking out through the gap between the stand and a sign, he watched the group enter the room. 'He' had gotten quite good at running. All the chasing over the past year or so had kept him in shape. He couldn't afford to be caught. It would most likely mean death if he was.

Hiding from humans was easy. Hiding from any anthros was not. With heightened senses, it was impossible to stay in one place for long, but the raceway was loud, and the smell of burning rubber and oil masked him. 'He' may have longer to stay where he was and think about how to get out, but he would still have to move eventually, and the mob knew that. So they stood by the raceway entrance. watching. waiting.