Tame the beast inside of me

Needless to say, Sonya was not thrilled about her phone going off at 4:00 in the morning. Cursing, she rolled over, picking up the phone. "Hello?" she mumbled. "Sonya!" Theo's voice responded back, urgency in his tone. "We found one!"

"One of what?" Sonya muttered, still not fully awake. This had better be important, or she was going to murder Theo later, for waking her up so early. She could hear Theo panting on the other side of the phone. "A werewolf, Sonya. A feral one. We found him on Vince's property."

Sonya held her breath. "Hold on, I'll be right there."

Fifteen minutes later, Sonya arrived at the police station. This wasn't necessarily the first time this had happened to her. Werewolf packs roamed freely around Glade County. Hell, she was best friends with one. For some reason, Sonya had a way with the wolves. She was one of the few around with a werewolf rehabilitation license. So whenever an injured werewolf, a were fight, or even a dispute between a werewolf occurred, Sonya was the one people called.

Opening the door, she found Theo waiting for her, along with Harriet. Harriet, like Sonya, didn't seem very happy to be awake at the moment. Normally Harriet would've greeted Sonya with a hug, but this time she just gave a nod.

Sonya turned to face Theo. "Where is he?"

Theo gestured to a large cage near the back. "We put him back there about ten minutes ago. Hasn't said anything, besides a few growls and whimpers."

Sonya followed Theo and Harriet to the back where the werewolf was. The were was sitting in the corner farthest to them. He was in human form, thank god. When he noticed them come closer, he growled, retreating further bac. Sonya stepped closer. "So you think he's feral?"

Harriet rolled her eyes. "Well, what are we supposed to think? He won't talk, he won't stay still, and he acts more animal than human."

"We've found traces of scars and slashes on his body." Theo spoke. "Manmade. We think someone must've used him as a guard dog, or some sort of terrifying pet."

Sonya's stomach lurched at that. It was disgusting, the way some humans would treat the werewolves. They'd find were pups, and raise them as sorts of fearsome pets, until they no longer possessed human qualities.

Sonya examined the were. He looked to be about her age, with shaggy blonde hair that hung at various lengths. His eyes were wild, and he had small speckles of blood below his left eye. On his forearm, there was a large A symbol tattooed on his skin. Realization dawned on her. He wasn't just a werewolf, he was an alpha.

Sonya spun around to face Theo. "Did you know that he was an alpha?" He nodded in response. "Yeah, he's part of the Greenie pack. problem is, I haven't seen that pack around for years. Last I heard, they all moved up North."

Harriet held up a leather collar. "We found this on him. Says his name's Newt."

Sonya held up the collar to the light. On it, was a phone number, along with Newt's name and identification. "You found his owner right? Please tell me you arrested him."

Theo nodded. "Yeah, we got him. He's a farmer by the name of Janson Wallace."

"Yeah, make sure he won't be able to see his farm for about twenty years." Sonya growled.

Harriet cracked a grin. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. If he's found to be guilty, and he will, he'll be serving a fine little time of thirty years."

"Good." Sonya muttered. Facing the cage, she crouched down, until she was at the were's eye level. "Newt." She said softly. She saw his ears perk up and he momentarily glanced at her, before quickly turning away. Good. He wasn't feral. Standing up, Sonya fumbled with the lock. "Easy there, Sonya." Theo said. "He could attack you."

"I guess we'll find out." Sonya replied, slipping into the cage.

For a moment, she was sure Newt would rip her throat out. But then, he turned away, scooting as far away from her as possible. "Well, it's confirmed." Sonya spoke. "He's not feral." She glanced up at Theo. "Do you know where he's going to stay?"

Theo hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was thinking that maybe he could stay with you, but now that I think about it, I have a lot more room at my place. Plus, I don't have any neighbors." Theo was right about that part. Sonya lived on the edge of town, and there was a lot of room where she lived, but her neighbors could definitely be a problem. She figured they probably wouldn't be too keen with an unpredictable werewolf living next to them. Theo, on the other hand, lived practically in the middle of nowhere, his closest neighbor five miles away.

"Besides;" Theo spoke. "You're talking to a werewolf himself. I think it'd be good for Newt to be around his own kind." Theo had been bitten about four years ago. Unlike most other were's, he didn't stay in a pack, preferring to live alone: a lone wolf. It had been her who had helped him control his gift, and persuaded him to join the police force; an act that had at first, angered many, but they had slowly begun to respect it. Nevertheless, he was one of Sonya's best friends, and she'd stand by him no matter what.

Sonya bit her lip. "True, you live in a better place than I do, but what do you know about rehabilitating a werewolf?"

Theo shrugged. "I've done it once, I can probably do it again."

Sonya groaned. "It's not a easy process Theo. You have to be very, very patient. No sudden movements, no raising your voice, and you have to make sure he feels comfortable with you and his surroundings."

Theo rolled his eyes. "It'll be fine, I can take care of it. What could go wrong?"