My dad. He looked down at me. I cowered in front of him. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and grabbed me by the neck with his free hand. I yelped at the pain.
"Now what would a grey wolf be doing in the middle of downtown L.A. Lets go home."
Angel was sitting on the couch reading a book when Spike walked in holding me. Angel jumped up and walked next to Spike as he dropped me. I changed back to myself and sat on the couch that Spike pointed to.
"You know better than to fight when we are not around. You could have been hurt."
"Oh ya I would. I could be killed when I can turn into a bird and fly away or something."
"I'm not going to argue. You are grounded. Go upstairs!"
"Fine! I don't care. After I get some blood."
"Oh no! You can go to bed without any."
I flicked him off and ran off to my room.
