Until I decide to let my eyes close and drift off into my own doggy dream. As I opened my eyes, I knew we weren't home. Chase wasn't by my side and the damn truck was on fire!
"What?!" I exclaimed before immediately leaping out of the tailgate.
"Chase, Abby?!"
I started to shout as I ran searching around the truck for them. Until I noticed that the truck hit a power line pole, and there our owner was, sitting in the driver's seat with a freaking bullet hole in the center of her head, and scratches. Like wolf claw scratches, all over her.
"Abby!"
I stood right next to the door and pounded myself against it.
"Abby!" No answer. "Abby!" I called again, but she never answered. I whimpered and was about to lay down next to the burning truck until I heard Chase's voice call my name,
"Avalanche!"
I asked,
"Chase! Where are you?"
He said,
"Over here!"
I looked around, but I couldn't see him.
He called again,
"Avalanche!"
I said,
"I can't see you, Chase!"
He said,
"Here! Over here!"
I turned around, and he was sitting by another pole on the other side of the deserted road. I quickly ran over to him.
Once I got over to him, I yelled,
"Chase! What the hell's going on?!"
Chase looked dumbfounded by my panicked tone. He was shivering uncontrollably. He finally mustered up the strength to speak, but it came out shakily,
"I, I don't know what happened!"
Then, I noticed something very odd, Chase's hurt paw was no longer hurt, he wasn't even limping! With a jolt, I realized this wasn't real life. This was just a dream, well, nightmare, really. I was about to run back to our burning truck, but I heard Chase's voice and it sounded different.
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A Wolf's Pack
Ficción GeneralAvalanche is lost and must find a way back to her pack, before its to late. But that all changes when she meets a retired police K9 who welcomes her to his home and she instantly becomes a true member of the family. Written by me and Christina
