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Jake's PoV
I watched as the trees blurred past us in a collage of browns and reds. I sighed and turned on my iPod, scrolling through the various playlists until I found one I wanted. I found one that was acceptable and Bad Romance by Lady Gaga started playing.
My mom looked at me and smiled. "Are you excited? I hear they have an actual shape-shifter, werewolf thingy."
"I know, it sounds really cool, but if it's a person at least some of the time shouldn't it be free?" I said.
"I know, sweetie, and protestors are really trying to get him out of there, but the government put too much money into capturing him and doing tests to just let him go," she said sadly.
I sighed and growled silently. It pissed me off to no end for two reasons: A) I love wolves and to see them caged or imprisoned always irritated me, and B) I couldn't let someone just be, well you know, caged. I know what it feels like to be caged even if there were no actual bars. Paul always gave me that fe– I cut that thought off mid-sentence. No way was I going to go down that line of thought. My exe was the reason my mom took me on this little family vacation.
We pulled into the parking lot, to see that it was packed. The shifter had been caught nearly a year ago, yet the supernatural has a way of drawing people in. We finally found a spot towards the back of the lot and took one of those new bus/tram thingies to get to the zoo faster. As we approached, the signs started appearing:
"COME SEE THE LEGENDARY WEREWOLF!" "FEAST YOUR EYES ON THE SHAPESHIFTER!" "THE ONLY SUPERNATURAL BEING TO BE CAUGHT IS HERE IN THIS ZOO!" "DO YOU ENJOY THE SUPERNATURAL? WELL CHECK OUT THE WOLF-MAN EXHIBIT!" "LIKE WHAT YOU SEE? DONATE TO THE D.O.S.C.R. (The Department of Supernatural of Capture and Research) TO HELP FUND MORE EXPEDITIONS TO CAPTURE MORE CREATURES!"
Signs like those were in abundance and had pictures of cartoon werewolves or a pair of triangular eyes peeping out of a dark bush. It was pathetic and sick. On a more pleasant note, the protesters were there waving signs that said things from "THIS IS SLAVERY!" to "HOW LONG BEFORE THEY COME AND GET YOU? YOU SICK FREAK!"
My mother and I exchanged a glance and we sheepishly headed into the zoo, feeling all the glares of the protestors on our backs.
Sam's PoV
I stared. Yellow vs. Green. Yellow must win. Black vs. Red. Black must win. Finally the little boy gave up and ran crying to his mother. Ha. Wolf is victorious wolf is – AGH! The jolt of electricity was back. Gr. I pulled on the loin cloth and saw the kid glaring at me. He stuck his tongue out at me and I responded in kind. Seven months. Seven months in this fucking box and before that, five months of needles and pokes and knives and other unpleasant things.
I paced around the box and glared at the window. I felt a surge coming and I removed my loin cloth and shifted. The pressure vanished as well as the eminent feeling of danger. I sighed the way only a wolf could and laid down. I heard the panel above my head shuffle and I heard the splat of meat fall next me. I ignored it. It was lunch time and all the kiddies and their perverted chaperones and parents would be eating so I had a moment of peace. I stared at glass and laid my head down on my paws and closed my eyes. Sadness enveloped me. I didn't want to be in a box. I missed my home, my sister Emily, the pack, the decent food. I felt a single tear fall and I opened my eyes to see a woman and young man. They looked very much alike: tan-skin, raven hair, pecan-colored eyes, etc. I raised my head and cocked it to the side. They weren't like the other people. They looked sad. Why were they sad? They got to go home.
The young boy took a step up and stared at me. He set his hand against the glass palm spread out like a prisoner trying to be as close to his lover as possible. That would be absurd. No one remembered me. No one…
The world shifted. His pecan eyes swirled in my vision. I felt connected to this boy. I wanted him. I felt a pain in my forehead. It was blinding and it hurt so badly. ! Blackness came and before it swallowed me whole I had time to see the boy looking surprised and concerned and my last thought was:
Who was he?