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Higae looked from the food left behind by this white wolf, to the wolf that had given it to him, and then back. His belly growled again, just to remind the young wolf that he hadn't eaten for awhile, and he leapt on the steak without so much as caring what he looked like as he ate.
Within moments the bone had been picked clean and Higae wondered if he should follow his savior to wherever he went. He thought quickly, his mind racing, 'maybe that wolf has more food.' It was worth a shot to see, just incase the white wolf did have more food, and he bounded off after Kiba in haste.
The white wolf heard the approach of a large animal, and smelled the scent of a wolf. Still he continued forward, never once giving into his curiosity of turning around to make sure the wolf was behind him, because he knew.
"So... uh... thanks," Higae muttered out at last, sensing this wolf wasn't a pushover and he kept his distance, with his ears back to show he was submissive.
"Welcome. Just promise me something."
"Sure," Higae responded, glad to have some kind of communication going between them instead of fighting. He hated to fight, he wasn't good at it, and this wolf would win in seconds, not only because he was stronger looking then himself, but this white wolf easily was two and half times his size, much bigger then an average wolf. It was a wonder why he didn't attack Higae just being an annoyance.
"You won't go out there on the ice again," Kiba returned at length. He veered left and saw Master standing outside his doorway smoking a cigarette. 'Damn dolt! Why does he have to smoke now, of all times?!' Kiba thought cruelly.
Master caught sight of his prized dog and opened the gate to the backyard pen. "So you finally decided to rejoin the pack, eh?" The man of his late thirties called out as Kiba stopped right in front of the gate. "Cat got your tongue, dog? You usually bark at me."
Kiba glanced around at the brown wolf hiding in the shadows, "hurry up. This guy won't hold the gate open for long."
"But it's a human," Higae called back alarmed, there was no way he was going any closer to that cigarette smoking, fowl smelling man. He would rather eat worm, but of course he didn't voice it and shook his head at Kiba, "there is no way you're getting me to go in there."
"Fine, you can starve," Kiba said unkindly, strutting past Master and into the kennel, the gate slammed right behind him.
Higae could feel his stomach acting up again and he turned heel and raced away, hoping maybe to find someone that would be nice enough to see that he was just skin and bones, feel sorry for him, and then give him a scrap. He was of course not above begging, not in times as bad as these. Wherever he could get a bite to eat, he swore to himself to get something or he would let himself starve.
A woman walked off the street corner and into traffic, a cab nearly ran her over and she raced to the other side of the street panting heavily. Her silver hair fell over her face and she coughed lowly to clear her throat, with that small task done she lifted her nose to the air and took in a quick whiff before anyone saw the strange action. She smelled lots of things in the air, mostly car exhaust and the smell of garbage cans, but something stuck out the most in all those smells. The smell of a wolf, maybe two if her nose was working right today, unfortunately she had been going through a cold and sometimes her nose was wrong.
She passed a butcher shop and looked carefully down the alley just before racing past it. If any wolf was lurking in the shadows, she wasn't going to be the one caught off guard. But nothing was down the alley and she continued.
Even through all the sounds of this hectic city, she was listening to one thing, the sound of her voice. She was singing a low tune, something she learned a long time ago and it just never went away. This was one of her favorite things to do, next to drawing and watching the sun set. Little things like this were just the tiny pleasures she enjoyed, as everything else seemed to be illegal or expensive. Like the pleasure of eating food; that tiny, required pleasure was the biggest drain on her finances right now, and she needed all the money she could scrounge up before she moved to the next town over to make a new life. This one was getting pretty dull anyway; being a stripper wasn't the most glamorous jobs, but it was the only thing she was good at, and anyway she had the body for it, so why the hell not?
Kiba was just getting comfortable in his bed when the street lights came on, and the sun finally fell behind the skyscrapers in the distance. He sighed feeling rather tired and ragged, but he knew he had to get up in a few hours to search the town for any signs of disturbances. It was just another way to get fed here, he looked after the citizens of Latropolis and they gave him whatever scraps they had lying around.
He was just bout asleep when he heard sounds of Master inside yelling at someone about debts. God only knew the man had debts up to his eyeballs, and he once again was going to have the beating of his life before the night was over from some men in suites looking for their borrowed cash.
"I don't have the money!" Master screamed.
"Oh you better have it, Louie, or me and the boys will have to do more then just rough you up tonight," a voice said back.
'So that's his name,' Kiba thought clearly not interested in the argument, but not letting any words leave his attention. He knew that if Louie got beat up so bad that he couldn't get to work tomorrow he would go hungry for a night, along with the other dogs.
"Mac, I told ya' that the money isn't comin' until next Tuesday. You'll have your money then, I promise." Louie was beginning to sound desperate for any help given, but he knew better then to call out because Mac had more then just his fists to 'rough' him up with. Mac always carried around his pride and joy, it was a gun made a near two hundred years ago, back when the Old West was still young. The gun was a .45 colt, a little thing, but it packed a huge punch, and was so rightfully named, Firecracker due to its loud personality.
"But, Louie. You promised me and my chums here, that the money would be all ready by today."
Louie went rummaging around in his desk drawer for something and recovered about seven hundred dollars in waded up cash, not even half the bill he needed to pay Mac with. "I got, a few hundred here, Mac. Would that tie you over until Tuesday?"
The sound of someone cocking a gun was heard and Kiba leapt to his feet, ready to defend Louie at any cost to keep his belly full at night before bed.
"Sorry, Louie, but I don't like liars, and neither does, Firecracker. She's a bitch when she gets lied to. So I guess this is goodbye." Mac rolled the barrel and aimed the silver colt at Louie's head. A deafening explosion rocked the little shack and everyone went silent.
Mac looked around rather confused, he hadn't pulled the trigger yet but what he had heard was the sound of a gun exploding.
Then the front door of the shack slammed open and the silhouette of a young woman came strolling in, two guns in hand and her head cast downward. "Hey, Louie. I need a favor, you mind... Oh I see you have company, need me to come by... later?"
Louie looked like he was nearly in tears and he leapt to the woman's feet. "Angel Moon! You bitch! Why couldn't you get here faster?"
"Huh?" The woman asked, more confused by the name he'd called her rather then his rude 'hello.' She shook him off and glared right at Mac, "what do you want ya stiff?"
"Just cleaning up house, Ms. Angel. Nothing you need to worry about, so why don't you just go back to your strip club and do your job while me and the boys do ours?"
Angel blinked quickly. "You didn't? Aw, I know you didn't just flick me off like I was some bug." She waved her handgun in Mac's face and shook Louie off her leg, "no suite brushes me off. And you know what? My business comes first, number one, because I'm a lady, and two, because I don't like your sorry ass." Her shoulders puffed up as she inhaled breath to make herself more menacing. Her ploy worked and Mac took a step back.
"All right, Angel. Just hurry up, I got other things to do tonight."
"Oh, like what, Mac? Rutting on top of you whore girlfriend? We all know you do that, so quit the formalities and just say it." She turned to Louie and completely left Mac speechless. "I am looking for a dog. A watchdog you might say. A big one, and I don't care how nice it is, just as long as it can protect me and my cute ass when I try to get home at night." She opened her trench coat and holstered her guns at her hips. The skimpy mini-skirt caught Mac and every male's attention in the room, but their gaze was quickly averted when she peered over her shoulder at them.
Louie was caught so speechless, it appeared he had lost his ability to talk and was now a mute. But at length he recaptured his voice and rose to his feet, yanking Angel out the back door and towards the kennel of dogs. "Right this way, Angel. I got the dogs your looking for." Under his breath he muttered in her ear, "thank God you're always early. I need twelve hundred dollars to pay these guys back, and I need it now."
"Depends on if the dog costs that much," she returned.
Louie gave her a look of confusion, "you-you're here to buy a dog?"
"Why the hell else would I have come to some old reject's house, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of my shift, in which I am losing money over I might add?" Angel asked. She unlatched the door to kennel and stepped inside. Over her shoulder she caught Mac's silhouette slowly coming from the house towards them, and she quickly closed the door behind Louie so she could speak with him more privately, and without being disturbed.
Kiba growled and tried to jump the fence again, but Louie had been smart this time and put barbed wire on the top on the hole so he couldn't escape no matter how hard he tried. 'No wonder the old man didn't yell at me the moment I got back. He knew I wasn't going to get out again. Dammit! You old fucker!' It was too late though; he had already heard the shot and any chance of Louie still being alive right now were one in a million.
He jumped again and caught his paw on the spiked part of the fence. His yelp of pain echoed through the streets as his paw got stuck, leaving him hanging by one foot, nearly seven feet off the ground. 'Dammit! How in the hell do I get myself into these God forsaken situations?' He yelled at himself. Then a noise caught his attention and he turned to see Louie limping into the kennel followed immediately by a woman who smelled vaguely familiar.
There was no doubt in Angel's mind as to the identity of the wolf, when she saw the him hanging on the fence. "Louie! It's stuck," she shouted at him and the old man shook his head.
"He deserved it," he muttered, going for a chair to climb on top of to get the white dog down. "He needs to learn to quite jumping the fence. Maybe he finally got it."
"Just get him down, now!" Angel yelled.
"I'm going, I'm going." Louie pulled the chair right under Kiba and stood on top of it, but found it to be too short and he went for something to put on top of the chair. "I hope you're in a lot of pain you white mongrel. It's your fault anyway, jumping fences and going only God knows where. Probably fucking other dogs and making this God dammed city more populated with mutts then there all ready is. Course I wouldn't be unhappy if there were more mutts your size and strength around here."
"Hurry up!" Angel screamed, throwing something at Louie. It hit him square on the head and he glared at her from the chair.
"Now don't you go doin' that again or I won't sell you a dog."
Angel hissed her frustration and pushed Louie back to get a hold of the white wolf herself. "Get out of my way, I'll do it," she ordered. She took a few steps back and then ran head as fast as she could, leaping onto the chair and into the air. Her hands shot up and push Kiba up and over the fence, his leg becoming unattached to the wire and he lay on the other side bleeding and groaning in pain.
She landed easily and shoved all the dogs that tried to lick her out of the way. She had other things to do then pet dumb dogs, she had a wolf to save.
Louie followed, rather slowly, and watched as Angel pulled the white dog into her lap and looked over the huge gaping wound on Kiba's leg. "He ain't gonna make it, is he?"
"Not in your care he won't. I'll buy him, Louie. Right now. And I'll give you fifteen hundred for him."
Louie gasped at the amount, it was more then he needed to pay Mac back, and extra to buy the dogs and himself food for the month. But that would mean giving up his most valued dog to a striper who probably only wanted him for some meaningless task.
Mac stood outside the shack, rearranging his gloves and putting Firecracker back into his holster. His hands were itching for a fight, but they had a feeling they wouldn't see action tonight. "Tonight, Louie!" He called across the yard, making the old man realize that he had no choice in the matter.
"Fine! Take him, but I need the money now."
"Of course, Louie, you know I always pay in full." Angel tossed him a wad of bills and lifted Kiba into her grasp. To her, he wasn't at all heavy, but Louie sure seemed to think so and he helped her load Kiba into her awaiting cab.
When the task was done, Louie looked Angel right in the eye and nodded, "you just saved my life, again. Angel. Thanks." He trotted away and into the house, followed by Mac and his goons.
Angel didn't even bother looking back as the cab drove away because she knew that Louie would all right now that he had all the money he needed. Now all she had to do was run to the pharmacy and grab some needed essentials to clean up the wolf she had just bought.
With her errands finally done, she lugged the unconscious Kiba to her apartment room and laid him on the couch of her sparsely furnished living room. She didn't spend many hours in the apartment anyway and felt no need to go to any lengths to make it look livable, so really the only furniture she owned were the necessities and a few extras, like a TV, a couch, and other useless junk.
She worked quickly, but soon found that Kiba's fur was in the way and struggled for the good part of the night in trying to wake him up and slow his profuse bleeding.
At nearly two in the morning, his eyes slit open and he saw what had to have been the most beautiful human he'd ever seen, but something strange was tugging at the senses of his nose, but he was in too much pain to care. She was saying something to him and he fought to hear her words, "you have to change human. Please hurry your you'll bleed to death."
He almost gagged when he heard those words. 'How did this woman know he was a wolf? And who is she?' He thought furiously trying to decide if he should trust her and change, or fake it and try to live through his wound. He'd been through worse and now shouldn't have been any different, but something still tugged the strings of his senses, and against his will, he changed.
Angel smiled at his human form and quickly began to finish the crude job of stitching up his arm. He only tried to bite her once in the process, but she put a stop to that but baring her fangs at him in warning and he didn't try to bite her again.
Will Kiba live through the night? Will he figure out how this woman knows his identity? And whatever happened to Higae? All this and more in the third chapter of "The Past, Present, and Future." Thanx for reading this chapter everyone and I hope you like it. I type pretty fast when I get good ideas on stories, but that also leaves me to type too quickly to notice bad spelling and grammar. So I apologize for that too, but I'm sure your all smart and old enough to understand the point I'm trying to get across.
Well thanx again and please review. It's not like you have to or anything, but it's a plus for me to continue writing these chapters and making them better, so if you do review it gives me a reason to keep writing.
If you are having problems with the second chapter I apologize for that too because I am so bad at this whole fan fiction thingy mechanism, whatever its called.
Hope you think this chapter is better, please review!
Higae looked from the food left behind by this white wolf, to the wolf that had given it to him, and then back. His belly growled again, just to remind the young wolf that he hadn't eaten for awhile, and he leapt on the steak without so much as caring what he looked like as he ate.
Within moments the bone had been picked clean and Higae wondered if he should follow his savior to wherever he went. He thought quickly, his mind racing, 'maybe that wolf has more food.' It was worth a shot to see, just incase the white wolf did have more food, and he bounded off after Kiba in haste.
The white wolf heard the approach of a large animal, and smelled the scent of a wolf. Still he continued forward, never once giving into his curiosity of turning around to make sure the wolf was behind him, because he knew.
"So... uh... thanks," Higae muttered out at last, sensing this wolf wasn't a pushover and he kept his distance, with his ears back to show he was submissive.
"Welcome. Just promise me something."
"Sure," Higae responded, glad to have some kind of communication going between them instead of fighting. He hated to fight, he wasn't good at it, and this wolf would win in seconds, not only because he was stronger looking then himself, but this white wolf easily was two and half times his size, much bigger then an average wolf. It was a wonder why he didn't attack Higae just being an annoyance.
"You won't go out there on the ice again," Kiba returned at length. He veered left and saw Master standing outside his doorway smoking a cigarette. 'Damn dolt! Why does he have to smoke now, of all times?!' Kiba thought cruelly.
Master caught sight of his prized dog and opened the gate to the backyard pen. "So you finally decided to rejoin the pack, eh?" The man of his late thirties called out as Kiba stopped right in front of the gate. "Cat got your tongue, dog? You usually bark at me."
Kiba glanced around at the brown wolf hiding in the shadows, "hurry up. This guy won't hold the gate open for long."
"But it's a human," Higae called back alarmed, there was no way he was going any closer to that cigarette smoking, fowl smelling man. He would rather eat worm, but of course he didn't voice it and shook his head at Kiba, "there is no way you're getting me to go in there."
"Fine, you can starve," Kiba said unkindly, strutting past Master and into the kennel, the gate slammed right behind him.
Higae could feel his stomach acting up again and he turned heel and raced away, hoping maybe to find someone that would be nice enough to see that he was just skin and bones, feel sorry for him, and then give him a scrap. He was of course not above begging, not in times as bad as these. Wherever he could get a bite to eat, he swore to himself to get something or he would let himself starve.
A woman walked off the street corner and into traffic, a cab nearly ran her over and she raced to the other side of the street panting heavily. Her silver hair fell over her face and she coughed lowly to clear her throat, with that small task done she lifted her nose to the air and took in a quick whiff before anyone saw the strange action. She smelled lots of things in the air, mostly car exhaust and the smell of garbage cans, but something stuck out the most in all those smells. The smell of a wolf, maybe two if her nose was working right today, unfortunately she had been going through a cold and sometimes her nose was wrong.
She passed a butcher shop and looked carefully down the alley just before racing past it. If any wolf was lurking in the shadows, she wasn't going to be the one caught off guard. But nothing was down the alley and she continued.
Even through all the sounds of this hectic city, she was listening to one thing, the sound of her voice. She was singing a low tune, something she learned a long time ago and it just never went away. This was one of her favorite things to do, next to drawing and watching the sun set. Little things like this were just the tiny pleasures she enjoyed, as everything else seemed to be illegal or expensive. Like the pleasure of eating food; that tiny, required pleasure was the biggest drain on her finances right now, and she needed all the money she could scrounge up before she moved to the next town over to make a new life. This one was getting pretty dull anyway; being a stripper wasn't the most glamorous jobs, but it was the only thing she was good at, and anyway she had the body for it, so why the hell not?
Kiba was just getting comfortable in his bed when the street lights came on, and the sun finally fell behind the skyscrapers in the distance. He sighed feeling rather tired and ragged, but he knew he had to get up in a few hours to search the town for any signs of disturbances. It was just another way to get fed here, he looked after the citizens of Latropolis and they gave him whatever scraps they had lying around.
He was just bout asleep when he heard sounds of Master inside yelling at someone about debts. God only knew the man had debts up to his eyeballs, and he once again was going to have the beating of his life before the night was over from some men in suites looking for their borrowed cash.
"I don't have the money!" Master screamed.
"Oh you better have it, Louie, or me and the boys will have to do more then just rough you up tonight," a voice said back.
'So that's his name,' Kiba thought clearly not interested in the argument, but not letting any words leave his attention. He knew that if Louie got beat up so bad that he couldn't get to work tomorrow he would go hungry for a night, along with the other dogs.
"Mac, I told ya' that the money isn't comin' until next Tuesday. You'll have your money then, I promise." Louie was beginning to sound desperate for any help given, but he knew better then to call out because Mac had more then just his fists to 'rough' him up with. Mac always carried around his pride and joy, it was a gun made a near two hundred years ago, back when the Old West was still young. The gun was a .45 colt, a little thing, but it packed a huge punch, and was so rightfully named, Firecracker due to its loud personality.
"But, Louie. You promised me and my chums here, that the money would be all ready by today."
Louie went rummaging around in his desk drawer for something and recovered about seven hundred dollars in waded up cash, not even half the bill he needed to pay Mac with. "I got, a few hundred here, Mac. Would that tie you over until Tuesday?"
The sound of someone cocking a gun was heard and Kiba leapt to his feet, ready to defend Louie at any cost to keep his belly full at night before bed.
"Sorry, Louie, but I don't like liars, and neither does, Firecracker. She's a bitch when she gets lied to. So I guess this is goodbye." Mac rolled the barrel and aimed the silver colt at Louie's head. A deafening explosion rocked the little shack and everyone went silent.
Mac looked around rather confused, he hadn't pulled the trigger yet but what he had heard was the sound of a gun exploding.
Then the front door of the shack slammed open and the silhouette of a young woman came strolling in, two guns in hand and her head cast downward. "Hey, Louie. I need a favor, you mind... Oh I see you have company, need me to come by... later?"
Louie looked like he was nearly in tears and he leapt to the woman's feet. "Angel Moon! You bitch! Why couldn't you get here faster?"
"Huh?" The woman asked, more confused by the name he'd called her rather then his rude 'hello.' She shook him off and glared right at Mac, "what do you want ya stiff?"
"Just cleaning up house, Ms. Angel. Nothing you need to worry about, so why don't you just go back to your strip club and do your job while me and the boys do ours?"
Angel blinked quickly. "You didn't? Aw, I know you didn't just flick me off like I was some bug." She waved her handgun in Mac's face and shook Louie off her leg, "no suite brushes me off. And you know what? My business comes first, number one, because I'm a lady, and two, because I don't like your sorry ass." Her shoulders puffed up as she inhaled breath to make herself more menacing. Her ploy worked and Mac took a step back.
"All right, Angel. Just hurry up, I got other things to do tonight."
"Oh, like what, Mac? Rutting on top of you whore girlfriend? We all know you do that, so quit the formalities and just say it." She turned to Louie and completely left Mac speechless. "I am looking for a dog. A watchdog you might say. A big one, and I don't care how nice it is, just as long as it can protect me and my cute ass when I try to get home at night." She opened her trench coat and holstered her guns at her hips. The skimpy mini-skirt caught Mac and every male's attention in the room, but their gaze was quickly averted when she peered over her shoulder at them.
Louie was caught so speechless, it appeared he had lost his ability to talk and was now a mute. But at length he recaptured his voice and rose to his feet, yanking Angel out the back door and towards the kennel of dogs. "Right this way, Angel. I got the dogs your looking for." Under his breath he muttered in her ear, "thank God you're always early. I need twelve hundred dollars to pay these guys back, and I need it now."
"Depends on if the dog costs that much," she returned.
Louie gave her a look of confusion, "you-you're here to buy a dog?"
"Why the hell else would I have come to some old reject's house, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of my shift, in which I am losing money over I might add?" Angel asked. She unlatched the door to kennel and stepped inside. Over her shoulder she caught Mac's silhouette slowly coming from the house towards them, and she quickly closed the door behind Louie so she could speak with him more privately, and without being disturbed.
Kiba growled and tried to jump the fence again, but Louie had been smart this time and put barbed wire on the top on the hole so he couldn't escape no matter how hard he tried. 'No wonder the old man didn't yell at me the moment I got back. He knew I wasn't going to get out again. Dammit! You old fucker!' It was too late though; he had already heard the shot and any chance of Louie still being alive right now were one in a million.
He jumped again and caught his paw on the spiked part of the fence. His yelp of pain echoed through the streets as his paw got stuck, leaving him hanging by one foot, nearly seven feet off the ground. 'Dammit! How in the hell do I get myself into these God forsaken situations?' He yelled at himself. Then a noise caught his attention and he turned to see Louie limping into the kennel followed immediately by a woman who smelled vaguely familiar.
There was no doubt in Angel's mind as to the identity of the wolf, when she saw the him hanging on the fence. "Louie! It's stuck," she shouted at him and the old man shook his head.
"He deserved it," he muttered, going for a chair to climb on top of to get the white dog down. "He needs to learn to quite jumping the fence. Maybe he finally got it."
"Just get him down, now!" Angel yelled.
"I'm going, I'm going." Louie pulled the chair right under Kiba and stood on top of it, but found it to be too short and he went for something to put on top of the chair. "I hope you're in a lot of pain you white mongrel. It's your fault anyway, jumping fences and going only God knows where. Probably fucking other dogs and making this God dammed city more populated with mutts then there all ready is. Course I wouldn't be unhappy if there were more mutts your size and strength around here."
"Hurry up!" Angel screamed, throwing something at Louie. It hit him square on the head and he glared at her from the chair.
"Now don't you go doin' that again or I won't sell you a dog."
Angel hissed her frustration and pushed Louie back to get a hold of the white wolf herself. "Get out of my way, I'll do it," she ordered. She took a few steps back and then ran head as fast as she could, leaping onto the chair and into the air. Her hands shot up and push Kiba up and over the fence, his leg becoming unattached to the wire and he lay on the other side bleeding and groaning in pain.
She landed easily and shoved all the dogs that tried to lick her out of the way. She had other things to do then pet dumb dogs, she had a wolf to save.
Louie followed, rather slowly, and watched as Angel pulled the white dog into her lap and looked over the huge gaping wound on Kiba's leg. "He ain't gonna make it, is he?"
"Not in your care he won't. I'll buy him, Louie. Right now. And I'll give you fifteen hundred for him."
Louie gasped at the amount, it was more then he needed to pay Mac back, and extra to buy the dogs and himself food for the month. But that would mean giving up his most valued dog to a striper who probably only wanted him for some meaningless task.
Mac stood outside the shack, rearranging his gloves and putting Firecracker back into his holster. His hands were itching for a fight, but they had a feeling they wouldn't see action tonight. "Tonight, Louie!" He called across the yard, making the old man realize that he had no choice in the matter.
"Fine! Take him, but I need the money now."
"Of course, Louie, you know I always pay in full." Angel tossed him a wad of bills and lifted Kiba into her grasp. To her, he wasn't at all heavy, but Louie sure seemed to think so and he helped her load Kiba into her awaiting cab.
When the task was done, Louie looked Angel right in the eye and nodded, "you just saved my life, again. Angel. Thanks." He trotted away and into the house, followed by Mac and his goons.
Angel didn't even bother looking back as the cab drove away because she knew that Louie would all right now that he had all the money he needed. Now all she had to do was run to the pharmacy and grab some needed essentials to clean up the wolf she had just bought.
With her errands finally done, she lugged the unconscious Kiba to her apartment room and laid him on the couch of her sparsely furnished living room. She didn't spend many hours in the apartment anyway and felt no need to go to any lengths to make it look livable, so really the only furniture she owned were the necessities and a few extras, like a TV, a couch, and other useless junk.
She worked quickly, but soon found that Kiba's fur was in the way and struggled for the good part of the night in trying to wake him up and slow his profuse bleeding.
At nearly two in the morning, his eyes slit open and he saw what had to have been the most beautiful human he'd ever seen, but something strange was tugging at the senses of his nose, but he was in too much pain to care. She was saying something to him and he fought to hear her words, "you have to change human. Please hurry your you'll bleed to death."
He almost gagged when he heard those words. 'How did this woman know he was a wolf? And who is she?' He thought furiously trying to decide if he should trust her and change, or fake it and try to live through his wound. He'd been through worse and now shouldn't have been any different, but something still tugged the strings of his senses, and against his will, he changed.
Angel smiled at his human form and quickly began to finish the crude job of stitching up his arm. He only tried to bite her once in the process, but she put a stop to that but baring her fangs at him in warning and he didn't try to bite her again.
Will Kiba live through the night? Will he figure out how this woman knows his identity? And whatever happened to Higae? All this and more in the third chapter of "The Past, Present, and Future." Thanx for reading this chapter everyone and I hope you like it. I type pretty fast when I get good ideas on stories, but that also leaves me to type too quickly to notice bad spelling and grammar. So I apologize for that too, but I'm sure your all smart and old enough to understand the point I'm trying to get across.
Well thanx again and please review. It's not like you have to or anything, but it's a plus for me to continue writing these chapters and making them better, so if you do review it gives me a reason to keep writing.