In Love with a Dog

Chapter Two- Kidnapped

The black wolf on the right is the photo I used for the cover, and is meant to be Colin's wolf form. Enjoy the story!

I wasn’t at all worried as I began down the street, walking the same route I did every week, but as I walked I began to feel paranoid that somebody was following me. I swore I heard footsteps behind me, so quickly, while still walking, I turned my head around and glanced behind me. The imaginary footsteps stopped and I found nobody there. I took a deep breath, trying to convince myself there was nobody there, but I couldn’t believe it, and it was strange. I had never let fear convince me of something false before, and that made it harder to believe I was imagining it. I simply didn’t imagine things in this way.

Halfway there, I began to feel as if I might never get home; it was just so far away, and now I was becoming convinced of the footsteps hiding behind and to the side of me.

“I should have asked Tyra to drive me home.” I muttered to myself, and just as the words came out, I felt someone’s arm wrap around me and a hand slap in front of my mouth, preventing me from screaming. I tried to escape the man’s grip, but he was stronger than me. I would have to bring out my cat. She had been begging to come out since I started feeling frightened, and now I allowed her.

Star let out a growl as she took over. The man moved his hand away before I could bite it, but I didn’t hear him running away. I turned around to tear the man to pieces, but when I turned around to see the man, I saw a teen boy about my age with slick black hair and electric blue eyes. I knew I should have hated him at that moment, but I didn’t. I was about to turn, and run off, hoping this human wouldn’t think to approach me again when he began to change into a large black wolf, and I scolded myself for not noticing the obvious wolf smell and general wolfy aura he gave off. It was probably how distracted I was by the throbbing pulse I felt towards him, like the Calling, but I couldn’t think about that.

This could be very dangerous. A human would have been nothing, but I wasn’t sure I could defend myself against such a powerful looking werewolf. I didn’t think I could fight him either way though. The feeling was preventing me from hating him. The pulse deep down drew me to him like a calling would draw me to my mate, but it couldn’t be the calling. A werewolf couldn’t be my mate.

I turned around, hoping I still had a chance to run, and saw that I was being closed in on from all sides by wolves. I had no chance against all of them, so I sunk to the ground, hissing at them all at once.

They corralled me, pushing me back towards Sashara’s house, or more likely, the house where most of the werewolf pack lived, right across the street from Sashara. As they growled at me, they forced me through the backdoor and I saw that the party was coming to a close. That was strange. Their parties usually lasted way into the early morning. It could only be eleven at the latest, and that was doubtful. They brought me to a cage and as I was forced into it, I wondered why they even had a cage.

I pushed myself back, as far away from the wolves as possible as a wolf that had been back here, and was therefore in human form, closed and locked the cage. Then they all left, leaving me alone in a cage. I wanted so badly to change back into my human form, but I didn’t want one of those wolves to see me naked whenever one finally came back, considering they hadn’t been kind enough to supply me with clothes, so Star just laid down and whined, unused to being in control of our body without there being a fight.

Hours went by, and nobody came into the room my cage was in. I began to get tired, and worried. Sashara must have wondered about me when I hadn’t come home to my sister. I knew that my parents were upset. The thought crossed my mind that after hearing Sashara tell them what had happened at her house, they’d blame Lillian. I began pacing back and forth across my cage, although I knew it did no good.