When I woke up I was lying in a small metal box. I pressed my forehead against the small metal bars trying to see where I was at. There were more little boxes like the one I was in, right across the way from me. I saw sleeping cats, small dogs even a raccoon in the boxes. I was surprised that we were put in the same room. I tried to look over to the sides of the room. I was able to the edges of the door. That's when I saw it, on the bottom row in the corner curled up against the metal bars was a small ball of fur almost identical to mine. It was a more of a darker brownish tint though.

I let out soft vibrating cry. The little fox moved, it picked its head up a little. I let out the same cry. The fox turned its head around looking at the floor. One more cry should do it, and it did. The little fox looked up at me. Its right ear was missing. Its right eye was clouded with cataracts.

"What do you want?" It snorted at me. It licked its lips letting me know it didn't want to be bothered.

"I just wanted to know where I was at." I snorted back at it.

"You're in the animal shelter." It said curling back up into a ball.

The door swung open on the right of me. A girl with sandy blonde hair, in her late twenties or so walked by. She was carrying a small kitten, feeding it with a small baby bottle. She glanced over at my metal cage. She stopped when she saw that I was staring at her. She smiled at me. "Well look who's up? Who are one special case. Hit be a car and not a single injury. You should be out of here by tonight. The vet just has to take one more look at you and then we'll send you off to the Game Farm." She said nodding at me.

Where's that? I wondered. I'll have to ask Jacob.

I felt so ashamed of myself. I had completely disobeyed Jacob after he specifically told not to leave the car. I wondered why he wasn't screaming in my head asking where I was at. I was almost afraid to call his name, but I knew I had to. I was getting ready to, when the same lady came into the room. She no longer held the kitten. She fiddled with the latch of my cage. She opened the door, and slowly reached into my cage, and gently picked me up. She was a brave human to reach into the cage of a wild animal and pick it up. Luckily for her I knew better.

The lady walked me into a room that looked like Wendy's hospital room. Except instead of having a nice comfy bed there was a large hard metal table. The lady set me on the metal table; it felt cold under my paws. I stood there looking at the floor pretending I was interested in something else.

A man in a dark blue outfit walked through the same we came into. He smiled politely at the woman. "Hello Erica. Is this the amazing fox?" The man asked. "It sure is." She said with a smiled. The man walked over me and put his hands on my chest. He started poking and gently pinched me. He shined a very bright small flashlight in my eye.

"I've never seen anything like it. She was hit by a Volvo and not a single scratch on her." The man said. "I know its odd isn't it?" Erica asked. "Well, she's alright. It's ok to send her to the game farm." The man name said. Erica nodded and picked me up. She walked me over through the door. We passed the through the room where I was kept, and into the front lobby. She stopped in front of a large circular desk. A rather large man was sitting behind the desk. His bright red hair was the first thing I noticed.

"Robert. Think you're up for a drive to the game farm?" Erica asked.

Robert looked up from his paper work. His green eyes were brighter than his hair. He neatly set his paper work down, and looked over at me. "The fox is well enough to go there?" He asked. He raised his eyebrow at me then at Erica. Erica nodded rapidly. Robert shrugged and got up from his chair. He reached out for me. Erica gingerly gave me to him. Robert was gentle with me, he held me like he was holding an infant.

Robert set me in the back seat of his truck. There was a fence between the front seat and the back said. I rested my forepaws on the sill of the window. "Better get comfortable. We've a two hour drive to Sequim." Robert said.

Sequim? I wondered. I hadn't the faintest idea where that was. Jacob? I called to him. No answer. Jacob? I called a little louder this time, but nothing. Jacob can you hear me? I asked him. I heard nothing but my own thoughts. Was he that mad at me? I asked myself. Jacob, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disobey you. I just took the opportunity to talk to Wendy. Jacob I found out new things. Jacob please answer me. I pleaded to him. I'm so sorry. I sobbed.

There was no reply nothing just silence. I absolutely hated it. I had gotten used to the constant chatter of Jacob that I felt empty without it. I was so lonely, even with Robert talking to me in the front seat. I hadn't paid attention to what he was saying. In all honesty I didn't care. I didn't care about where I was going. All I knew is that it was away from Jacob.

I attempted many times to communicate with Jacob, each one failing. After awhile I no longer made sense. I was crying my words were muffled by my sobs. My heart was breaking, why was my mate ignoring me? I sat on the back seat curled into a tiny ball.

***

I must have cried myself to sleep. I was startled when Robert had opened the door. I jumped up getting ready to attack. I stopped when I saw Robert standing in front of me. He smirked and reached out for me. I didn't want to be touched right now, so I jumped to the floor of his truck, and ran past him. I landed on the slightly wet grass. I took one last look at him; we met each other's gaze.

I quickly took off running as far away from him as possible. I didn't know where I was, nothing looked or smelt familiar. I stopped running as soon as I was hidden in some odd smelling bushes. Jacob please! I'm sorry. I'll never leave your side ever again! I promise! I screamed. But again no answer. I laid down. It was starting to get cloudy. I heard the thunder rolled across the sky. I felt tiny water drops soak into my fur. I looked up and watched the rain fall down on me. I sighed and curled myself up again, depressed and lonely.

My mate must have forgotten about me. Painfully, I howled for Jacob. It was more like a shriek. Foxes aren't blessed with the gift of howling but it was how we called for mates. I tried several times to call for him, but he didn't howl back. I finally gave up. I laid in the bush that would now be my home till I died, when ever that would be. I was kind of hoping soon. I could bear to live another minute without him.