Of Humans and Wolves
By: Dog-Demon-Emiko
Chapter 3: Breakout
"How did she survive? She's just a baby herself," I said to Clay quietly. We has crossed the state line to New York only a few minutes ago. It was still another hour to Stonehaven.
"She's not a baby," Clay remarked. "She's fair game."
"What do you mean 'fair game'?" I all but growled. Clay sighed.
"Shes hit puberty. So long as she goes into heat, shes fair game."
"You mean for finding a mate?" I tried hard to stare at the dark road instead of the wolf beside me.
"That could have been why she was turned in the first place. Maybe she had a boyfriend that was a mutt and he bit her on accident. Or maybe it wasn't an accident. The fact that she is a girl makes it all the more possible that someone turned her on purpose."
A sickenly sweet musk filled the car, startling me. Fear. It curled through my nose and raised the hairs on the back of my neck. Clay whipped around to see the mutt's eyes were wide open. She began to struggle at the ropes at her hands. Clay leaned over the console to still her but she sat up and lashed out with her feet, stunning him for a bit. She must have hit him in the solar plexus. Painful place to be hit.
I swerved across the highway into the breakdown lane. I was in the middle lane trying to get over but a Lexus SUV wouldn't let me over. I honked, because there was no time for me to try and find a spot further up or back. I honked again and the woman in the drivers seat honked back, doing that angry one-handed flail that meant 'what the hell is your problem?'. I waved my hand, telling her to move up so I could get over, but she looked into her passenger seat to tell a man what was going on. I meant to honk the horn again, but there was a roar, a rip, and a bang. Clay swore loudly as the female mutt charged out the back passenger door, jumped onto the roof of the car next to us, and bounded into the woods. The woman in the Lexus truck screamed and swerved into the breakdown lane.
An 18-wheeler pulled up next to me, blocking my attempt to pull over and Clay's to jump from the car after the mutt. My swerving back into my own lane had shut my back door for me, but there was a shoulder-sized dent in it. I could never keep anything intact.