Chris and Martin were the best brothers, yet, despite Chris being taken from his forest home, he had a hard time being part of the big city. William and Linda agreed to allow Martin to move in with them and help Chris with the new sudden change.

No matter how hard Martin, his girlfriend, Laura; and Aviva tried to bring freedom to Chris' life as a wild man, there were still men who were still greedy about owning the skin of the young man. Despite police's forced orders, men still searched to find Chris alone so they could steal him.

Chris and Martin huddled on the couch, half asleep, half watching a movie on television. The bowl of popcorn was still on the small table. Chris was laying in between Martin and the backrest of the couch. Martin was laying on the edge of the couch, one arm around his brother for support and his other arm draped over the edge of the couch. Their parents were out for the evening so Chris and Martin had the house to themselves.

The movie ended and Martin didn't care. Chris was shaking at each intake of breath, his normal way of sleeping. Martin was half asleep in the dark house. The TV was off, the lights were off, the house was quiet except the humming of the air conditioner. Martin turned slowly to his side to sleep next to his brother.

William came home with Linda and unlocked the door. The darkness of the house told them that the boys had retired. William entered his office with Linda walking slowly to the kitchen. She turned on a light and quickly gasped. Shutting off the light, she called for her husband, "William, check this out."

William walked over, half scared the house was ransacked and half scared that something happened to his boys, Linda turned on a dim light and pointed to the couch, "The boys."

William squinted his vision to see Martin asleep on the couch. William stepped closer, despite Linda's remarks not to wake him. William smiled and whispered, "Chris is sleeping with him."

Linda gave in and got closer. Seeing how close Martin was to Chris and his protection calmed her down a lot. She smiled, holding close to her husband, "I'm glad we had a baby that has earned his keep to protect others."

The next morning, Chris sat on the porch, petting his wolf friend, Fury. Fury and Chris had a strong bond to each other. She and Spoteye, Aviva's dog, had a while ago, their first litter of puppies. Fury had a chance to get away from them for a while.

In the distance, a black sedan stood. Two men in the front seat eyed Chris down. They watched how he moved to play with his wolf pal. Fury caught the ball and did her doggy toss from the mouth. Chris was turning human each day, but still acted a bit wild in some chances.

One man said, "Charles, we need to get the kid as soon as possible. You know, the boss wants him before his next big trip."

Charles scolded the driver, "Man, come on. We tried looking for him in that forest, but in this case, the place was burnt to shivers. We are lucky to find him. We can't just pick him up in front of neighbours, the police has him on protection firm. Anyone that kidnaps him is going to get a high fine, if someone catches us. George, listen, if we lose this kid, the boss is going to kill us."

George looked at his watch and said, "Surely, he must allow that wolf somewhere to meet other dogs her size. We will catch him in his own place."

Charles facepalmed lightly and said, "We need to catch him when he's on his own. Look!"

George looked over to see a older man come outside.

Martin smiled as Chris toss the ball to Fury. He called, "Fury, you know, little members of yours are calling for you... Actually, HOWLING."

Fury whined as she dropped her ball and went back into the house. Chris only smiled as Martin came down to him. Martin smiled, "I am going with Laura to a dog show. You know Aviva prizes Spoteye highly. I was thinking to ask you to put Fury and maybe trian one of her pups, but I can't imagine Aviva's face."

Chris said, "But Aviva knows she's gets half the fare when someone adopts the pups. It won't be a challege. Those dogs have half her fares because they are Spoteye's kids. I know she would be thrilled to train one of the puppies. After all, five people calimed five puppies already. We got three left, I'll call her later."

Martin smirked, "Later is not right, Chris. Later will mean all three would be chosen."

Chris shrugged his shoulders while Martin placed the call. After a brief moment he hung up, "What puppies are not chosen?"

Chris walked to the door, "I'll show you."

Leading Martin to the basement where Fury and her litter were laid. It was a warm place for the puppies to grow strong and happy. Chris went down the stairs to the gate and climbed over it carefully. Fury stood up to see her friend and trotted over to him.

Martin said, "They are quiet..."

Chris smiled, "Not for long."

Chris opened the makeshift den he and his father made before Fury gave birth. Martin had seen the puppies before and still loved them. He hated to see them go.

Chris gently scooted the puppies aside until three of them were separate from the five, "These are the three."

Martin said, pointing to one of them, "That one looks like a winner."

Chris picked up the pure white wolf-dog. Her white fur looked like his mother tipped a jar of black sprinkles on the puppy and tried to wash them off. But something different was about this puppy, she did have white and blue, but a couple 'sprinkles' were dark blue, making her really special in her bunch.

Fury watched Chris as the puppy snuggled in Chris' arms. Linda called down to her boys with Martin answering, "Just checking the puppies, Mom."

Chris said, "This one is indeed a winner. I never seen a breed like this in my whole life."

Martin smiled, "Blue sprinkles."

Chris frowned, "Aviva names it, bro."

Martin chuckled, "Just saying."

Aviva did come by to see the puppies. Just as Chris expected, she loved the puppy with the dark blue spots. She claimed her immediately. William was a bit shocked, but Chris said, "The price is fine. She'll be a winner."

Aviva smiled, "Thank you, CK. She will definitely be like her daddy."

William smiled at his youngest son as Aviva exchanged a quick kiss. Chris was happy, that Aviva was happy.

Night time rolled in once again. Chris was sitting on the porch, making little keepsakes with some threads from his mother's sewing basket. Chris had great night vision that he didn't even need to turn on the porch light. In that case... It turned out pretty bad.

William kissed his wife and said, "I'll lock the front door."

Linda smiled, "Do you think Chris and Martin are alright?"

William smirked, "They'll be fine, honey. They are probably upstairs draped across each other and passed out for all we know."

Linda shook her head, "Can we at least see if they are alright?"

William said quickly, "You know how fast Chris wakes up at the littlest things. Besides, their door needs to be oiled. One squeak and he's up on the tree top."

Linda hestitated, then nodded, "Alright then."

Chris was so engrossed with his threading that he didn't even hear William lock the front door. Minutes passed until Chris held out a huge yawn. Putting his threads in a box, he stood up and tried the knob...

"Oh, no," He murmured as he tried again. The door was locked, "Not again," He groaned. He got off the porch and ran around the back, and tried the back door, it too was locked. He started to pound on the door, crying, "Mom! Mom! I'm outside!"

No answer...

Chris ran out to the front yard, hoping to see one of the neighbours still awake. When he saw Mrs. Rose's lights still on, he went out to see her.

An engine was started on. Lights flashed from behind Chris. Chris turned around in a scared motive. Seeing a sedan driving up rather quickly, Chris doved into a bush nearby.

Bad choice... the men came around and dug Chris out of the bush. Chris kicked and even screamed. But one man wrapped a tight rag about Chris' mouth, which put him quickly to sleep. Chris didn't know what he was doing and the last thing on his mind was, 'Why didn't I turn on the light?!'