Wanted By Dos

no destination in mind. The pack guards had escorted me to the boundary, want

d to take anything out of the pack because according to Clyde

e for them to defend my honor, they had rejected me. My fate had been decided even

I had to stop now and then to steady myself. Soon, I could no

and my stomach ac

and lay there, resigned to my fate. I was too tired

as a vehicle for sure and someone was slamming the door shut. “Hey, are you alright?” a heavily bearded man ask

ongue in response. He pressed the back of his hand against my forehead and it was then I knew he was human. Werewolves and werecats had a double pulse count, one for ourselves and the other for

estions so why bother asking more? Here’s what I am going t

er and he took it fairly. With a strength I had not suspected he had, he picked me up, cold fin

, probably banging my head against the seat in fro

would have left me to die by the roadside. Humans had an unending feud with supernaturals. To keep the peace, the boun

that the werewolf community had more land than the humans. He was making some big pl

from the mayor’s office a

ance with them on the condition that the

points because we had done battle with them on countless occasions. The truc

s. “Damn Mayor ain’t doing anything about this bloody road. Too busy dragging land with animal

partially right. However, we were much more than that. We were

cooperate with him,” the pimple-faced nurse advised, smiling at me with sympathy shining in her eyes. It was early in the morning by the time we got to the city. The old man whose name I had heard from the nurses had

ars and pretending to be asleep when they came to ask me some questions. Not like I was not genuinely tired but I had gotten some rest in Mr Taylor’s truck. The nurse finally ran a few tests on me and went to fetch the resident doctor. “Is somebody giving the nurses a hard time?” the doctor joked as he slipp

acking at my innards. The doctor appeared from nowhere, pulling his glasses off and helping me rinse out my mouth. He bound my hair with a rubber ring and mopped my neck with a warm towel. I looked a

rissa but that is between us. Co