[b]Chapter Three[/b]
You open your eyes.
You're lying on the pavement. Which is weird. You didn't fall asleep on the pavement. You fell asleep on your bed. So how did you get here?
You sit up and look around.
You're in the city. Exactly where in the city you are is a little harder to pin down. A maze of cement buildings stretches around you. The thick, choking stink of cars clog the air. Empty beer bottles sit in the gutters.
There are people too. They walk around you, brisk and businesslike. When you look at their faces their features blur and run like water.
Okay that's... not right.
You try to say something. You can't. You try to yell something. You can't quite manage that either. You do let out a small, unhappy whine though. Your voice is high and inhuman. Your mouth isn't so much a mouth as a long, canine maw.
You can feel the heat from your fur and the weight of a tail behind you.
You're a wolf.
You're also covered in blood. It coats your pelt, squelches under your paws, and fills your mouth, the taste foul and rotten on your tongue.
Fuck. This has to be a dream. A weird dream. But just a dream. It's just a—
A small sound.
You turn and see another wolf huddled nearby. Small, skinny, and female. She has shaggy, light brown fur and wild silver eyes. She sees you watching and snarls.