Sarah
Sarah was left to clean up the room while Jeremy dumped the body. She worked in silence thinking back.
The rain poured heavy, and there was nowhere else to go. The solitary house on the road was the only shelter she could find. Sarah had traveled through fields and forests, weather permitting, and stayed in motels when it didn't, but tonight she was miles from a town and the rain had already started. Seeing an opportunity, she dumped her cloths in the field and changed into the collie. She padded up to the front pouch, which was lit, and laid down on the welcome mat. It wasn't the best condition she had stayed in but it wasn't the worst.
Sarah thought about her home, the one left behind. It had burned to the ground and probably everyone inside as well, or so she was told. Michael had taken her and left her family to die. Granted she didn't care much for her father or brother. Her father was a drunken bitter old man prone to angry fits while her brother was a suffocating hot-head. The two didn't mix well. Jeremy protected Sarah from their father and the rest of the world. She was tied to him. Sarah felt guilty for being glad her brother was gone, but the truth was he wanted the best for her but lacked the foresight to see when things went too far.
Sarah heard the footsteps before the door opened. "I'll just be an hour, I promise," a man's voice said. The door swung open and Sarah got to her feet, ready to flee. A tall man with short brown hair wearing a suit stood in the doorway. A woman in yoga pants and a tank top was behind him. The pair stared at Sarah for a moment.
The man knelt on one knee and held out a hand. Cautiously, Sarah moved towards the man and sniffed his hand. She hadn't really thought about what she was doing, she wasn't used to being a dog, but it seemed right. Tentatively, the man patted her head and moved his hands to her neck and felt for a collar. Finding none, the man turned to the woman. "No collar."
"I haven't seen it around, it might belong to someone in town," the woman retorted. It was odd being called an "it".
"Or it's a stray."
"Robert, no," the woman chided. "We don't need a dog, and if the boys see it…" The woman didn't finish.
"Clare, come on, it's raining."
"Robert." The woman folded her arms.
The sound of a car broke her trance. Sarah checked the window to see if Jeremy was back, inside she saw a black car pull into a parking spot across the lot. Two men got out. Sarah went back to cleaning.
It was night before Jeremy returned. When he entered the room, Sarah asked, "Where the hell have you been?"
Jeremy looked at her ideally. "I went and cleaned out the pound."
Anger flared in Sarah. "By yourself? Are you insane? There must have been at least half-a-dozen skin-walkers."
"More like a dozen, and so what? Their gone and you weren't in harm's way."
Sarah remained quiet. No more was said that night.
Jeremy did this more and more frequently. He kept Sarah out of the loop and it angered her. She was the one who started hunting down the pack but her brother had taken over. She couldn't let this go on.