The Dog Crate
I huddled near the back of my crate. A whitecoat, one of the scariest people you'll ever meet extended an arm into Iggy's crate, a few feet away. I wanted to scream, "NO! TAKE ME INSTEAD!" But fear kept me back.
Iggy seemed to notice my fear and said, "It's alright guys, I'll be fine." He tried to manage a smile, but it faltered. I saw panic in his blue eyes.
The whitecoat led Iggy out of the storage room and the metal door swung closed with a clang.
I felt cold. Maybe it was worry for Iggy, or maybe it was just the temperature. I wrapped my wings around me. Yeah, you heard right. Wings. Get used to it. Suddenly I saw a face peer through the bars of my crate.
"Hey," Fang said, grinning.
"What do you want?"
"Wanna hear a joke?"
"No." He told me a dumb fart joke anyway.
"Ha ha." I turned away to face Angel's prison. The poor baby was curled up at the bottom of her crate, asleep. She had a dainty little thumb in her mouth, and she was shivering, even though her angelic wings were curled around her.
"Max? He's going to be alright," Fang said, no longer grinning.
"I hope so…" I replied.
"Get some sleep. If-When he comes back, I'll wake you up," he promised.
"Thanks," I smiled at Fang. I heard a click, and the fluorescent lights went out. I curled my wings closer to my body and fell fast asleep.