Skye POV

The next morning I woke up on top of grit with a major headache. I had never drunk alcohol before so I didn't know what drunk was, let alone a hangover. I tried to stand up but the pain was too overbearing and I collapsed on Grit, waking him up. His eyes opened as a grin swept across his face.

"Goodmorning sweetheart! How are you feeling?"

"Terrible!" And so the weeks passed! My life became perfect! I started flight school and had been offered a job. I had a wonderful mate, and a pup along the way, Robin. Who knew one night could change my life forever? We turned the spare room into a puppy room since we don't know the gender, it has been painted a bright green. Grit's taken up his dreams and has become a student at a police academy in Foggy Bottom but since I can't fly pregnant, I got my alcohol licence and started working the bar for a company that hosts private organizations. Life was good but one night it all came crashing in. I was walking down the streets of my neighborhood one night, on my way home as I talked to the baby, telling it all about my day. Suddenly out of nowhere came a German Shepherd. (AN Yes I use this breed a lot but at this moment it's crucial to the future of the story)

"Hello!" He said in a way that gave me the creeps.

"Can I help you?" I asked in a cautious tone.

"Oh you can do more than that!" He said ripping my off the ground taking off at full speed as I hung from his mouth socked be his action. I began screaming for him to put me down when all at once he threw me up, sending me flipping through the air. But just before my small body hit the pavement, he caught me by the scruff again and continued running without a second thought. Needless to say, I stopped screaming, not for my sake but for the sake of Robin. He turned a corner, then ran up a driveway, and hopped a wooden gate with ease.

He set me down gently and turned me so I was looking at a small boy looked to be about 8 years old. The boy had light brown hair, blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin covered in scars and cuts. He wore a blue t-shirt, and a red pair of loose shorts, both were covered in dirt, blood and rips. The boy's hands were tied together, as were his ankles. He was gagged and had a rope going around his waist which tied him to a tree.

"So here's how it's gonna go down, you see that boy over there?" I nodded. "His life is in your hands. Either you do as I say to the letter, or the boy dies. Understand?" I nodded again as the small figure looked at me with a longing fear in his eyes.

"I'm glad we understand each other." He said before connecting our lips. My eyes went wide and was about to push him away when the small boy's eyes met mine. I knew I couldn't refuse. So I closed my eyes and did my best to enjoy it. He shoved his tongue into my mouth forcing me to let out a moan. He pinned me down under him and began rubbing me up and down. I kissed back when I felt something poking at my lower region. I groaned as he slowly inserted his erect member into me and began thrusting in and out of my small body. I moad at this feeling and began kissing rougher. As he picked up speed. Hours went by as he began to pick up speed. Hours went by as released into me over and over again. Until he released his load one last time before passing out on the ground beside me. I quivered in pain as I pulled away from him, slowly standing up. When I suddenly remembered something.

'Robin!' I felt at my stomach hoping to get the movement that I usually get.

"Nothing. No movement just… silence." I said looking up at the small boy who looked absolutely terrified. I needed to let this boy go, bring him home with me, show him safety. I walked up to him and he began to freak out. Kicking at me, squealing behind his muzzle.

"Hey! Do you want out or not?" He froze and tilted his head at me as if confused at my words.

"Do you?" He nodded quickly and I began to approach him again, slowly this time, until I arrived at his feet. I began to pull at the ropes loosening them while he sat silently. Once I had the knot loose he began to kick the rope off as is mortified by it. I then crawled up to his hands and began to loosen them from there rough bonds. Having that finished, I removed the boys gag, and went around the back of the maple and undid the rope that secured him to the tree. Once loose I picked up his hand and wrapped it around my collar and began to walk the boy picked up on this and stood up to follow me. I began the walk back to my house with the small boy at my heals. I thought for sure he would have tried to run away from me but he followed me like a flea on a dog.

"What's your name?" The boy said nothing. I looked back as he continued walking beside me in his bare feet.

"Well my name is Skye." It didn't take long to get home, and once inside I brought him to the basement where we had set up the bed from the spare. He sat down on the floor and curled into a ball with his head on his arms. He closed his eyes took a deep breath in. I shook my head.

"No no no. The bed's for you." He looked up at me confused. But quickly stood and went to crawl under the covers.

"Halt!" The boy froze, and looked at me terrified.

"You are not getting into bed with those filthy things on. Come with me." the boy followed me to the laundry room.

"Take off your your clothes and put them in there! Then follow me." The boy did as he was ordered and walked upstairs with me. I led him to the bathroom and his eyes lit up. I turned the dial for the tub and felt it while I adjusted the temperature just right.

"Hop in." I said once the tub was filled. He once again did exactly as he was told without the slightest amount of hesitation. I saw him step over the edge carefully and slowly sit. His small body shivered as the warm water hit his skin. Once seated, he looked at me as if he was unsure of what to do next.

"Do you know how to clean yourself?" He looked up and then down then back and me and shook his head.

"Have you ever had a bath before?" he just shrugged as pain filled my heart. I sighed and hopped in the tub with him.

"Let me help you out here." I said. Pick up that white bar there. He turned to where I was pointing and picked the bar up and held it in front of me.

"Put it under water and then rub it on your body." He put it under the water and began to rub the top of his head with hit.

"Nonono that's not right um… " I received a confused look from the boy as I thought for a moment as it hit me.

"I'll be back. Don't move!" I said running out of the bathroom fetching a dish cloth. I returned with him in the exact same position I'd left him in. His head tilted, with his arm raised holding the soap bar, and a confused look on his face. I giggled to myself, put the white rag on the side of the tub and hopped back in.

"Okay now put the soap in the middle of the rag! Now lift the four corners together like a basket and put those corners in my mouth." The boy did just that. He set down the soap and lifted the corners like something a stork might carry. He then put the corners in my mouth being cautious that my teeth didn't catch his small fingers. I nodded and dipped the cloth underwater and began rubbing the boy's chest with the cloth, removing the dirt stains from his bright body. After about an hour of washing, the water was brown but the boy was white. I hopped out with him right on my tail.

"Grab that towel behind you and dry yourself off." The small boy nodded and did just that. I pulled the plug from the tub and got the one with thumbs to dry me off. As we dried I began conversation.

"Are you gonna tell me your name or what?" The boy shrugged.

"Okay then." Once dry, I handed him the bathrobe that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door, opened the door and stepped out with the small creature following me. Since the robe was for an adult, it was much too big so the sleeves were hiding his hands and the back dragged along the ground leaving his legs open at the front. I led him back downstairs and to his bed. I stopped and looked up at him and he looked up at me. I rolled my eyes and gave im a small push towards the bed he took one step closer and then stopped looking back at me as if asking; 'Is it really for me?'

"Go on get in. I saw the boy smiled excitedly as he quickly crawled underneath and snuggled in." Looking at me happily.

"You don't sleep in the robe." He nodded and reached under the covers as he began to take the heavy piece of cloth off. He turned and hung it on his bedpost and snuggled in again. I smiled when I heard a beeping. I turned around, walked into the laundry room and threw the boys clothes into the dryer. I came back out to the boy still staring at me, the small smile still on his face.

"Do you need anything else?" I asked, receiving a head shaking.

"I'm going to call you Cole. Is that alright with you?" The boy nodded as his eyes slowly closed.

"Well, sweet dreams." I said as I turned off the basement light. When I suddenly heard a strange voice.

"Skye?" My head jolted to the source as my heart skipped a beat. The voice belonged to him. I turned the light back on.

"Yes?" He patted the bed beside him. He wanted me to stay. I smiled and nodded, flicking the light off and crawling up to the bed. Once on the boy place the covers over me and pulled my head close to his chest. I smiled as I moved my whole body up against his, my soft fur touching his naked skin. I smiled and gave him a kiss on the forehead (Not a dog kiss).

"Goodnight." I said to the heart beat ringing in my ears. In return, I felt his head nod as his breathing settled to that of a sleeping person. I smiled. I loved this boy. Sleep, however, did not come to me. I tossed and turned but something wasn't right. I walked upstairs and out the back door enjoying the warm summer night when my water broke. I let out a small cry but pushed anyhow. After about ten minutes of painful pushing, out came my lifeless son. He had a small snout with little bumps where the eyes would be, a little set of ears, and 4 little nubs where his legs would have been. I stared at the lifeless form as emotion filled me. Not sadness but emptiness. A cold that brought back some unpleasant memories.

I needed to preserve him but digging six feet underground wasn't my idea of preservation. I don't even think I could do that. I thought for a moment when it hit me. Me and grit had bought some cement the other day to make slabs for an extension on the deck in the backyard. Putting him in cement would preserve and protect his small body. I opened the door to the cabin and found the fast drying bag and poured it into a bucket on a mixer. I typed in the amount of water needed on the side of the machine and hit enter. I heard a small beep, and the sound of running water. It then began to mix the cement, letting off a low hum. After a few moments, I heard the machine beep. I poured the cement into a small square mold and set his small, pink body into the mold. I watched in sadness as he slowly sunk. The tears finally began to fall.

I sat there crying for who knows how long, until I realized the sun was beginning to rise in the eastern sky. I touched the now hard cement and sighed. I flipped the mold over as a perfectly made brick dropped out. I picked the brick up and moved it to the small lifeless garden.

"I'll carve the details out tomorrow." I nodded to myself, wearily. I slowly climbed up the steps and into the house, and before long I was in my bed fast asleep.