With Friends Like These
**Chapter Three: With Friends Like These** "What'cha doin' there?" A youthful voice asked. Garret stopped, sighing deeply and looking up at the much-too-cheery mutt standing over him. It was Misha, the one he'd given his food to a week or so ago....
To Be A Slave
**Chapter Two: To Be A Slave** Alistair cracked an eye open, revealing a dark and yellow tinted wagon that was hot and stuffy. He was dazed and confused, his head swimming and his mouth fuzzy from dehydration. He licked his lips, shocked at how dry...