Fire Branded Leather: New Boundaries
#7 of Fire Branded Leather
Will has enough in his life to be happy. A stable job as assistant fire chief, good friends, and enough money to keep his food bowl full. What more could a dog ask for? Expect perhaps someone warm on those cold Vancouver nights.
It all came from an ad in the newspaper, "Are you willing?" He was.
Fires are breaking out all over the city and Will is run ragged. His days are soot stained as he fights to keep the city from burning to the ground and his nights reek of sweat and blood as he learns the ways of a new passion.
The flames burn higher as Will discovers there is more to this life then being a dutiful mutt who follows the orders of his superiors.
And then she places a collar on him.
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Please be aware that unlike my previous works this story will contain adult scenes and situations. I will mark those chapters appropriately.
Chapter 7: New Boundaries
The conversation downhill from there.
Storming out of Masterson's office, he ripped off his firehouse sweats. The shirt landed on his desk as he passed by, and the pants in the face of some unlucky firefighter. Under other circumstances Will would have expected catcalls as he walked, fur out, onto the street, but it seemed no one wanted to get within arm's length of the snarling dalmatian.
And both Oscar and Davies were nowhere to be seen for the rest of the shift.
On the street, Will was no longer a fire fighter. He was no longer a government employee, he was just another dog, just another of the countless citizens who streamed through the city. He never even gave the ever growing mob a second thought. They didn't bother him, though that may have been in part a result of him snarling every time a soul stepped within five feet of him.
He wasn't sure how long he wandered the streets, but the sun was well down by the time his condo came within sight.
His tail fell to hang between his legs. He still had nothing to eat.
Stepping once again onto the street, Will pushed his anger aside. Whatever may be happening, life still went on.
And he still had to eat.
An hour later he had two brown paper bags under his arms. It had taken him the better part of a week, but he'd finally held true to his promise to himself to stock up on food.
For just one day at least he'd eat properly.
Waking up, curled on his side, the slightest of smiles slipped to Will's lips. The soft summer sun fell warm and yellow through the window. For the first time in memory he didn't wake up to a blaring alarm.
He blinked. Alarm? He was forgetting something...
Closing his eyes again, Will let out a whimper. Masterson.
Will wasn't sure if he still had a job to go back to.
He closed his eyes and tried to drift off to sleep.
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