Chapter 2
I paced back and forth in my jail cell. Wondering what the heck is happening to Wisteria. Not some much her brother. A small smile crept onto my lips. Knowing this would cost me dearly, I didn't care. Closing my eyes, I whispered, "Powerful and free, let me take your shape, the masters of the hunt, let me take the shape of you." I felt nothing as I changed. I stretched out my back and howled. Footsteps came running over to my cell and someone cried, "It's 25874362A as a wolf again!" Changing into my human form, three police officers skidded to a halt in front of the cell and I snickered coldly. One opened my cell door and they grabbed my arms. I put up a fight, but one drew his stun gun and growled, "Move and you become a toasted person." Growling, I stopped and they dragged me away.
The officers threw me into a chair and slammed the door shut. Looking over, I saw Wisteria and Whitford staring at me in surprise. Shrugging, I said, "What can I say. They hate me." Whitford rolled his eyes and turned away, though, his sister was staring at me with excitement. Guessing this was one of the people who love to break rules. "What did you do," she asked happily. I sighed, "Oh, the usual. Did some magic." Her jaw dropped and Whitford whipped his head toward me. "Yep, though it was a long time to master it…not good when it back fired."
Before they could asked anything, Bryon Swain stepped in and looked at Whitford and Wisteria. "Miss me?" He asked. Then Bryon saw me. His eyes went huge and he squeaked. I sneered, "Heya pipsqueak; long time no see." He glared at me and growled, "Why are you here? Get out beast; I need to talk to these vermin first." Bristling, I growled at him, sounding wolf-like. Two officers dragged me out and slammed the door behind me. They held me still, making sure that if I tried anything; I would either die or be seriously wounded.