Wild dog

Chapter 5

Staying in the same place for months on end is seriously boring. Nothing really ever happens. In the 4 months I was here, more and more eggs popped up. A few batches hatched and our numbers increased from 60 to 71.

52 males and 18 females.

All the girls in the lab have banded together and shared their own separate mindlink. The reason was so that the girls could do what girls do best. Talk about girly things and boys.

'Girls, the new guy is hot.' Came Casey's western voice. 'He is my type I tell you.'

'The only type you have are the sheepdogs.' Heather supplied with a snort. A few chuckles ran through the female link at the stereotype.

'Just because I grew up a farm with sheepdogs, does not mean they are my type. I'll have you know I like the wolves.'

'Amen to that, sister.' Gabry's sleepy voice quietly drifted into my head.

I snorted. 'So the cat decided to join us. How was your nap?' I asked amused.

'It was good. I need another one.'

More light laughter followed as we felt her mind go blurry as she dozed off again. Alex shot me a confused look at my amused posture, my tail flicked from side to side. I shook my head at him. 'The girls.'

He snorted at me and closed his eyes again from where he comfortably relaxed on his side. 'I still don't know why you females made a separate link.'

'I'm sure you don't what to hear high pitched squeals of females talking about you.'

The German hybrid jerked his head up and his sleepy eyes looked at me. 'You guys talk about me?'

I laughed at his bewildered face before subtly nodding my. 'We talk about every male in the room that we know.' I glance at the male as saw him happily flick his tail before he failed at his attempt to send a wink my way.

I rolled my amber eyes at him and proceeded to lick my paws. My fur was sandy from where I tussled in the play pit with Craig and Donna. I was surprised when the white coats measured and weighed me on a scale and announced that I've grown. In fact, most of the original 60 have grown bigger, but we weren't much heavier.

I glanced at the rows of eggs that still have to hatch. Not one has been my sister. I fell into depression within my first week in the lab. The white coats did everything they could to help me even though they couldn't figure out what was bothering me.

They assumed it was the lack of social contact and space so they left me in the room with the fake tree. Through out the day, they would bring in different Kaydenstrids in hopes that one would be compatible with me. And one was.

Melissa the quirky little white husky.

She was one of the only Kaydenstrids that made it with an abnormality. She was hatched with a case of dwarfism and was about half the size of me, but that wasn't what caught my attention. She was mentally eleven years old. These bastards stole an ELEVEN year old child from her home.

It was also that time when I found out, that they rarely allowed Melissa into the play room in fear we would reject her, but my motherly instinct kicked in and I unknowingly created a pack bond with her.

It wasn't the first time Kaydenstrids did that, but the white coats were still surprised. They moved her cage next to mine and always put us into the play room together, but with less others.

I turned my gaze to the small husky sleeping peacefully against the wall closest to me. I smiled and allowed my eyes to wander over the others across from me. Craig was a bit above and left of me in the row in front of me. I caught his wine red eyes and sent him a invisible smile through a link. I felt him smile back and dropped my head onto my paws.

It was around midnight, the only time we got to relaxed since the one person around was the guard at the entrance. I closed my eyes and drifted off in an attempt to get some sleep.

* * *

I sighed as I heard about the passing of another hatcher this week. I've been in this facility for almost two years now. So far nothing has changed. I have started to accept that this was how my life will most likely continue until I die. The saddest part is that some have been here longer than I have.

Our numbers have grown, gaining about four out of a hundred a month. On rare occasion five. There was 178 of us in total. It terrified me to think of how many people have gone missing or were stolen from their home. Another thing is that some might have been dangerous people.

Out off all that the female population has grown to a whopping 22! Amazing.

I lazily blinked at the white coat checking our cages and taking rollcall. One of the most amusing things the lower staff who do the cleaning, give a few of us nicknames. I don't have one, but Melissa is known as Button among the staff because of her size. One of the Game of Thrones fan called Craig Ghost because of his white-grey wolf coat and reddish eyes.

I flinched when the ground shook. It wasn't long before a more extreme tremor wracked through the ground and launched a few of the cages from the top rows out of their slots. Alarmed thoughts and noises rang thought the large room. The cages that fell shattered upon impact, leaving the few Kaydenstrids dazed.

'Open the other cages! Quick!'

They all jumped into action and I saw Craig rush towards me. He gracefully leapt up into the ledge by my cage. Balancing on his back paws, he gripped the latched with his squirrel front paws and clicked it open.

I nudged open the door, bumped my head against his shoulder in thanks and quickly got to work. My heart and blood was pounding my body full of adrenaline.

It's about time we left.