Chapter 4

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ZOEY'S PERSPECTIVE

  I woke up in a burlap sack. I looked up  at my leg... wait that sounds wrong... IM UPSIDE DOWN!!! I wiggle and squirm until I'm facing upright again. Let's try this again. I look down at my leg, I see the dart still in my leg. I grab it with two hands and yank as hard as I can after straining my him muscles for a few minutes it finally comes free with s sickening *pop* sound. I jerk as my handler breaks into a sprint, I bump my head on something HARD. I reach up to feel my head but instead I feel soft fur, that's weird, the humans I see playing outside the barrier don't have anything like this on their heads. In puzzled, I begin trying to figure out what is on top of my head as we stop. I don't dare move, I can hear the person talking; it's a man. He stays still for a long time, I try not to fidget but I get restless after a while and start playing with my thumbs. Then another hard jerk and finally my burlap sack is thrown onto some metal platform.  I wait patiently my ears; I figured that's what they are by now.  Were flattened on the top of my head. I scrunch down as far as I can making myself as compact as possible. The burlap sack opened as I saw light and a face with wolf ears.

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