Bad Dog| Andley |

|Andy's POV|

I waited quietly for my parents to go to bed. The room was dark and the shadows from the trees seemed to dance on the ceiling above me. I sighed. There was silence. Looking around, I sat up. My past were asleep. Finally. One year. One more year; and then I'm free from this Hell hole. I snuck out of my room and crept downstairs. Still, nothing. No noise. I walked through the open door.

"Lone wolf.." I said to myself as I walked my way down to the forest. I loved it there. The trees, the view. The way how I feel alone. Alone with the stars. The things that only seemed to listen to my problems.

I found my way to the center of the forest, a single tree stump sat calmly in the center of the wide space. I walked over and sat on it. This was my usual spot. Well, not really. I would normally go to the pond and enjoy the breeze. But, today didn't feel like the right day to do that. I looked up at the stars. I saw something. Surely I knew what it was. A shooting star.. "Whoa.." I believed in the 'wishes coming true' thing. "I wish everyone would accept me as the lone wolf I am..." I said softly to myself, closing my eyes. I made my wish before dosing off.

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I woke up. I saw that I was on the ground. And.. covered? I looked around. Ok so maybe not completely covered; but not enough to notice that I had a tail! What the hell was going on. I walked from over the black cloths. I was shocked to see what was covering me. Hiding me from the world. My clothes. I panicked, thinking that I had been raped in my sleep or something. But as I looked down at my, well, were feet; I stared. Paws. No not the fake ones you would get for cosplay or something, I mean, legitimate, paws. Wolf paws. Oh no. Had my wish become to literal?

I looked over myself. Ivory fur that faded into black at my paws, tail tip, chest and supposedly muzzle. "This can't be real.." I told myself. I knew it was though. How would my parents react if they saw that I was gone? I looked around. I was alone. The only time I truly needed someone, something; was when I was in need of help and guidance. I truly was a lone wolf.

Minutes later after thinking to myself and being lazy or, I suppose, scared. I got up from my ever so comfy position and walked around. Maybe I could get use to this. Nobody could tell me what to do. Tell me how to live. I was free. No. I am free. But... My parents... Although they're cruel... I still love them. I can't leave them. I was starting to have mixed emotions about this suddenly. I kept walking with a low, soft howl. I was starving and wet. My paws padded on the damp ground as I walked towards the direction of the pond. I'm guessing it had rained last night.

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|Ashley's POV|

Sunlight warmed up my wet, cold skin. I guess swimming all morning did make me a bit cold. I threw on my shirt and jeans before walking off. My damped hair drooped over my face. I tucked it behind my ear. I walked around, looking for something to, you know, just look at. Something to do in general, really.

I heard a low howl. Looking to my right side, I saw a wolf standing by a tree. It was beautiful. Ivory fur that faded into black at certain areas, it amazed me. Slowly approaching it, I noticed that it was a he. Well, he was very beautiful. But he looked lost. Sad. Why? Did he belong to a pack and happen to lose them? He stared up at me. Oh my lord.. He had the most beautiful blue eyes ever. "Hey.. Hey.. Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you." I knelt in front of him. But, something felt a bit off..

|Andy's POV|

I stared at the brown eyed boy. He looked at me mesmerized. I took a step back. I can't trust anyone. Especially with me being what I am now.. My ears flattened against my head when he reached his hand out at me. I flinched, but relaxed when I felt a calming sensation on the back of my head. He noticed how I loved the rubbing on the space in between my ears and let out a soft chuckle. Maybe he's not like others. Most people try to capture, kill wolves. I've seen them. He stopped and stood. "You're a beautiful creature, you know that?" He spoke as he looked at me. Something inside me exploded. Right in front of me was this beautiful man, and he called me a beautiful person. If only he knew how I really looked. If he knew then he wouldn't feel the same way anymore. He won't think I'm beautiful and would just go on about his business.

I watched as the man walked away. I was so confused. Well, I still am. He kept walking but then to my surprise, he stopped; and turned to look at me again. "You're confused, aren't you?" My eyes looked at his. I swear if I was myself, I would kiss the fuck out of him. He seemed so perfect, gentle.

But how did he know that I was confused?

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