Wolf Prints

The Alpha's Leash Law

Chapter 4 – The Alpha's Leash Law.

I glared through the bars at the door to freedom on the other side of the cage, contemplating nonexistent escape routes. My growls echoed off the walls in the small room, voicing my disagreement where my human vocals no longer could. I paced the length of the cage on four paws, my tail flicking irritably behind me, ears pinned back, teeth bared.

The basement was cold. I wasn't sure why. I knew for a fact the weather outside was more than nice, but after a few short hours I could hardly feel the draft breeze through my fur. Eventually I stopped growling, sure that it fell on deaf ears.

No one had come down to check on me in quite some time.

To be fair I hadn't woke up on cold cement but in a nice warm bed, a hulk of a man with wild black hair looming over me. Now that I think about it he was probably just curious of the new she-wolf that held everyone's attention and just wanted a better look, but in my half-awake state I swear he looked for all the world like the grim reaper come to take my soul.

I had freaked, shifting into my wolf form almost instantly and using a well-aimed claw to slice a clean line down the side of his arm. A mass of flailing bodies wrestled me to the ground before I could do much else, and before I could even so much as apologize I was being dragged through the house and locked in this cage.

Not my proudest moment, I'm sorry to say.

The door opened suddenly. I paused mid stride to catch sight of Blaine sliding in the opening.

"Hey there." He made his way over to the cage and leaned down on the balls of his feet so he was at my level. He tapped the bars with a finger. "Sorry about throwing you in here. No hard feelings?"

I cocked my head to the side, contemplating. He looked kind of sorry, I guess. Why not? I was a forgiving person.

Just to show him how understanding I could be I lunged at the bars for maybe the hundredth time, aiming for him but only managing to bruise my shoulder as I collided with the unforgiving cage. I snarled in outrage when the metal refused to give.

Blaine was frowning at me, for once not wearing his trademark smirk. "Don't be like that." He lifted his hand to jingle a shiny set of keys in front of my nose. "We obviously can't talk you into shifting back to your human form so I came to spring you."

If I wasn't wary of his motives before this declaration I was downright skeptical when he pulled a matching collar and leash off the wall.

"Leash laws." He explained with a slight shrug. "Can't walk around town without it."

I growled at the mere implication. He couldn't be serious.

I wasn't a dog.

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"Oh, my god. Your dog is so pretty. Can we pet it?"

"Sure." Blaine smiled up at the newest duo of girls who flocked to us outside a local supermarket. "Her name is Luna." He'd been a little cautious of allowing them to touch me at first, but once he realized I wasn't going to bite an innocent girl's hands off it had turned into a free for all.

Somehow I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as a cute blonde leaned down to scratch me lightly behind my ears.

"Wow. She is such a pretty color. I swear she almost looks silver." The blonde's shorter brunette friend ran a hand down my back. "What breed is she?"

Blaine let out a nervous laugh and I arched my head into the girls' waiting hands. I didn't just look silver, I was silver. The color of a shiny new quarter. I've been called gray before, or even white, but no one who truly knew their color wheel could mistake me as being anything other than what I was, though my fur did thin to a stark white down my legs and at the very tips of my ears and tail.