Part 5
When I came out, my dog was gone. The leash
was untied, and both the leash and the dog had
vanished. I froze.
The werewolf was standing at the entrance,
smoking. He looked smug and triumphant.
“See? He abandoned you. Mindless creatures
like that can’t be loyal to their owners.”
Wait, werewolves smoked?
I walked away in disgust, calling Buddy’s name
and asking passersby if they’d seen a yellow
Lab.
After searching for almost a mile with no luck, I
started to panic. I was about to call animal
control when I heard that annoying voice again.
“Forget about that stupid dog. Why bother
looking? Can’t even sniff its way back to its
owner. A disgrace to canines. And what was so
great about it anyway? Yellow, like… human
waste. You shouldn’t just get any dog. Canines
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are very possessive…”
I snapped. “Are you insane?”
He seemed taken aback, then incredulous.
“You’re yelling at me for that stupid dog?
You’ve only had him for two weeks, and you’re
defending him against me? Are you going to sic
him on me next? …You can’t do this to me.”
He sounded genuinely hurt, almost on the verge
of tears. His usually narrow wolf eyes were
wide, tinged with red.
I was speechless. I couldn’t understand what his
problem was.
“He’s my dog. Of course I’m going to protect
him… and besides, you were the one who said
we were done, that I shouldn’t be interested in
you.” I studied him for a moment, taking in his
expensive suit. I held out my hand. “You seem
to be doing pretty well for yourself in human
society. How about you pay me back for all the
meat you ate at my place? I need to buy Buddy
some toys.”
“You… you!” He sputtered, practically choking
with indignation. “A stupid dog doesn’t need
“”
toys…”
“Mr. Grey!” someone shouted from across the
street, cutting him off. It was the client from the
coffee shop, hurrying towards us. He looked at the werewolf with an almost worshipful
expression.
He turned to me, his demeanor drastically different from earlier that day. “Ms. Evans! Why didn’t you tell me you knew Mr. Grey? About
that project… we’ll sign the contract
immediately! I’ll have legal draw it up right now.
If I’d known you were so close to Mr. Grey, we wouldn’t have wasted so much time, would
we?”
Me: “…”
I lost my dog and now I was forced to work on
my day off. Damn that werewolf.
I forced a smile and, while the client wasn’t
looking, shot the werewolf a venomous glare.
He looked even more innocent and hurt, his
large eyes brimming with unshed tears.
