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"Aw aren't they sweet, what's their story?"

"Well owners of the black shep where killed by some lunatic with a shot gun and they still can't find the body of the son. And the Doberman belongs to the sheriff he said that these two know each other and to keep them together"

"That's awful, why would someone do that?"

"I don't know but I do know he wasn't the normal lunatic, I spent 4 hours with the Jane taking every piece shot out of the poor things side. They were made of solid silver."

Voices pricked my cloudy and damaged mind as my eyes slowly fluttered open to only be assaulted by a bright light, I tried to move my hands but I just felt stiff.

"Oh look I think someone is waking up."

Those voices again, I slowly force my eyes open, everything is blurry. I force my eyes to focus on the blurry image in front of me, bars, wire and two people looking down at me.

I panicked. I tried to move away but something is holding me still. The wire door opened as a set of hands came for me. I moved my legs but only causing me to howl out in agony as my body shook and pulsed in pain that shot up from my side.

"Waoh easy boy! Easy!" the hands still came at me as I tried to push myself away from them.

"Jayson! It's ok you're safe I'm here!" that voice was Kris's but it came from the side of me and it was close.

Out of the corner of my eye could see a large Doberman pinning me down keeping me still with his paws on my shoulder and head as he pushed his bottom jaw into my neck to keep me from getting up or moving. This only frightened me further as I tried to kick out but only managed to howl and yelp in excruciating pain once more.

"JAYSON CALM DOWN! It me Kristopher, please just keep still" there was a saddening plea in his voice and one of urgency.

The memories of the conversation and revelations came back to me as I looked into the eyes of Kris's dog form, he looked so scared and sad as he kept me still. I relaxed slightly under his caring but powerful grip. The hands had also kept me still their grip was firm but gentle.

"It's ok Jayson, we are at the vets" my breathing was ragged and laboured as I tried to figure why I was here and how the people were not noticing Kris talking, I look from the nurse to Kris not knowing what to do or think.

"They can't understand us, it's ok to talk" Kris relaxed the presser as he moved slightly but still keeping me still and laying on my left side.

"Why are we at the vets and not the hospital? Where are my mum and dad?" I answered my first question as looked at my shoulder it was covered in a black pelt. I was in my wolf form.

I didn't care about that right know I looked up into his eyes as he quickly looked away. That empty falling feeling hit me hard as he did so, I knew from that look. No words where needed only the sorrow and sadness in his eyes told me what had happened, they were dead and all because of me.

Grief, sadness, pain both mental and physical enveloped me as I lay there crying and sobbing as only my whimpering was herd as the stream of water ran down my muzzle and cheeks, my once loving and caring family was no more, I had nothing left.

So much has happened, finding out that I had already lost one family but now I had lost another, this one more painful and heart wrenching than anything else not even the pulsing and bleeding wound on my side could compared to the pain I feel now, the knowledge of having no one to love or be loved by, the feeling of loosing life itself within your very sole as the ones closest to you are no more.

The hands of the nurse tended to my wound but did nothing to heal the wound on my heart and soul, I felt so cold and alone oven though Kris was keeping me warm and safe as he rested his jaw on my neck trying to comfort me. I knew they wouldn't want me to be sad but what else could I do or feel. Would I heal both mentally and physically?

"Jayson?" one of the nurses spoke but she wore a white coat, she must be a vet but I did not respond. I just lay there, the tears and the whimpering had stopped but the sadness and pain continued.

"Jayson this is my mother, she's like me" the nurses had all left to do other things.

I slowly looked up to see a kind pair of eyes staring back at me, they had the same hazel glow to them as Kris and Luke. She gently stroked my cheek and the back of my ear.

"How are you feeling?"

"Mentally or physically?" my voice was low and dry as I just continued to lie there motionlessly.

She let out soft saddened sigh "Physically".

"Like I have been shot with a burning poison and then had a bucket of cold water poured on me"

"That would be the shock and the silver, but you should be able to walk around soon but it will take a long time for you to heal completely" she slowly leaned into the large pen and genteelly hugged me "I'm sorry"

She gently lowered me back down to the soft bedding and exchanged a few words with Kris and left after giving both of us a kiss on the nose. The rest of the day seemed to just come and go as I drifted in and out of consciousness but every time I woke Kris was right there next to me with his chest to my back or have his jaw caringly resting on my neck and he would give me a warm smile. I was glad Kris was there I felt safe and protected but it just wasn't the same, nothing ever would.

Kris spent the night and the following day with me, trying to get me to eat or drink something , he would try and talk with me but I was just to numb to respond other than simple answers as I spent most of the time asleep or just lying there as the tears had ran out but the pain had not. I loved them so much and it was because of me they were murdered in their own home, the reason we had to run, hide, it was my fault!

I should be with them, all of them but I am lying in this pen in the vets with a new and worried friend. What happened? Why had I come to be here?

"Jayson?" Luke's voice stirred me from my thoughts. "How are you doing?"

"I don't know"

"Kris tells me that you're not eating and barely drinking why?"

"I just don't feel like it, I just don't know any more."

"I'm sorry but please eat something, you took a heavy amount of silver let alone the wound itself and you will need all the strength you can to heal. Yes I know you are in a lot of pain both emotional and physical but please eat something, they loved you so much and I know that they would not want you to act like this" his voice soft and calm as he held my chin in his hands caringly. I knew he was right, I knew they all loved and protected me and even now Luke, Kris and Jane cared for me but how and why?

I lay there not knowing what to say or do, I was happy in some way that I was not truly alone but fearfully about what might happen to me or them, the tears started flow once more thinking about my once happy family.

My thoughts were broken when I felt myself being gently lifted out of the pen, I looked to see Luke just smiling at me as he moved me to rest on his lap and chest as he lent against the wall while he sat on the floor. My head was against his broad chest as he just held me tightly. I just lay against him and nuzzled him softly as Kris watched caringly from the pen.

It felt so right, so comforting for me the strong musky scent that was his, it made me feel so at peace and calm for the first time in days, I felt so protected and safe as he held me tightly to him, I was almost purring.

"I'm sorry pup, I really am"

I looked up to see him looking down at me with a soft but saddened smile, my nose was only inches away from his, moved a little and licked and nuzzled his cheek affectionately, I froze.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do that! I don't know what came over me! I'm so sorry" why the hell would I do that, it just came over me.

He just laughed "it's ok pup, I'm actually quite relieved you did, I was worried that you wouldn't listen to your instincts as a werewolf."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I was worried that you had spent too long with humans and forgotten how to be werewolf through your instincts. What you just did was to show affection and respect like a hug or a kiss for humans, it's natural but there is still a lot for you to learn" he chuckled softly.

I sat there not knowing what to think, that was the first time I had truly acted on instinct or was it, I had done some strange things in my life for no good reason apart from I get an odd feeling about someone or something. Like when I started growling at Kris when he was at my window the other morning.

Luke chuckled obviously amused at my reaction "come on pup you need to rest, and you keep an eye on him Kristopher" he carefully lifted me back into the pen with Kris. I was amazed at his strength as I most certainly was not small!

I winced a few times as my hip and leg moved slightly but I did feel a little better mentally if nothing else, there were people that seemed to care about me and wanted to help me, the sadness and grief in my heart was still there but the pain was lessened as I wasn't alone.

"Why do you call me pup?"

"Because that's what you are, in my eyes anyway. You're younger than Kris and your still learning but I won't if you don't want me to"

"No I don't mind at all it's just a little different, well all this is a little different for me" they both laughed as I yawned.

"Common rest it's almost 8.30 and I need to go anyway, you two be good and no wild parties" he got up and waved us good bye as he left, as Kris chuckled lightly.

The nurses came and went doing there last jobs before they left, I was getting very tired just watching them much to the amusement of Kris who just made silly comments about the big black wolf being all sleepy, we talked lightly but nothing much until I nodded off.

Something or someone was on top of me, it was warm and comforting but it was restricting my air intake. My ear twitched as air move around it tickling the hairs and skin. A strong musky scent that relaxed and soothed me, it was Kris.

I turned my head slightly to see him lying across my chest with is head resting on his paws, he looked so peaceful and content as he slept, the way his ears moved to each sound without even cracking an eye just made me smile. The way he would force me stay still when I tried to get up for some water and he would bring the bowl closer or take a large mouthful and let me lap it from his muzzle, that was a bit odd and took a bit of getting use to but he was so attentive and caring towards me. He was so gentle when he moved about me or just trying to help me move into a more comfortable position for me to lie in. He is also very protective over me, he would growl a little when I winced or yelped in pain when the nurses would change and clean my wound, in the end the only person he would let near me to see and check my injury was Jane, his mother and even then he would grumble lightly only to get a tap on the nose and told to shut up.

He looked so cute and handsome, with his strong muscled body, his quick wit and playfulness, his kind heart but stubborn mind. The way his coat shined in soft morning light showing the black and the dark oak brown of his wonderfully marked coat, showing each muscle nicely but not too much. Did I like him? Was I falling for him?

Maybe, it had only been 4 or 5 days since I was growling at him from my bed room or having a go at him for asking questions I found strange, but is know he the type of person I am been looking for and hoping to find? But did he like me or did he just pity me for what had happened or was he just doing as was told.

Either way I am so very thankful for his help physically but most of all mentally, he helped me remember that they all loved me and cared for me from my mothers and fathers to Luke, him and Jane. They were so kind and gentle with me, their smiles and words made me feel wanted and a part of a family again.

I moved my muzzle to his and licked it softly, freezing once more as I did. Still not use to this!

His eyes opened slowing only to see me panic a little as I moved my muzzle away, he chuckled little and move closer to only lick my muzzle in the same way but there was something more to it.

It felt so warm and comforting as he licked my cheek, I practically melted on the spot as I nuzzled and licked his cheek intern. I was in bliss as he continued to nuzzle and lick my cheek, he slowly moved to my muzzle.

I don't know why or care but his tongue slipped into my maw to meet my own as our jaws opened to greet each other, are tongues moved and lapped around the others feeling the warmth grow and build between us. Are teeth clicked and are tongues whirled as we kissed, the taste was so foreign yet familiar. I just suckled on that wonderful moving mass of flesh that I never knew I craved. They way it moved and danced with mine was just true bliss as we just lay with each other mouth to mouth.

I slowly but reluctantly draw back as my lungs were starting to complain, we were both breathing heavily me more so as we just stared into each other eyes. His wonderful soul stealing golden hazel brown eyes, I could happily waste away the rest of my life just starring at them, the way they gave off a slight glow just captured me.

"Morning, sorry I woke you"

"I'm not" he gently lifted off me and lay down behind me with his nose between my ears as he gently licked them.

I was almost purring as he did so, he was soft and calming, the way his paw was over my chest almost holding me to him protectively. He just held me as I drifted off into a wonderfully peaceful sleep.

"Jayson" someone was nuzzling my chin softly, I looked to see Kris standing over me "It's 9.30 am"

"See you in a bit then, have fun"

"Yeah thanks"

At 9.30 every morning on one of the nurses would walk all the dogs that where in overnight and that where able to walk around the vets private garden, so they can keep active and relax a little, but Kris hated it. They would try and get him to fetch, roll over and lots over there things as his 'owner' Luke had said that he was very well trained and did lots of tricks much to the annoyance of Kris, who gave Luke an earful when he saw him next much to mine and Luke's amusement.

Jane had given me some pretty strong pain killers which I was extremely grateful for as it felt like someone was putting a cigarette out in each of the little holes where the silver had been but the only the side effect was it made me very sleepy and I could easily sleep for 24 hours and not notice. I did try and stay awake for most of the time just so Kris doesn't get to board by himself.

I lay there thinking about what happened when we woke up, did he like me or was he just showing affection for me the same sort of way I did for Luke but there seemed to be something more to it than just a simple thank you, there was something else something deeper, love?

Yes I did like him but did I love him? But did he like me or was he just being friendly and just doing what come natural to him, am reading too much into this?

My thoughts were broken as screaming and shouting coming from the reception area, I could hear a man shouting 'where is it'. The sound of the nurse's shrieks and screams were horrible. That cold feeling crept over me again almost as if the air around was freezing, I sat trying to see was what was going on, trying to look out of my kennel.

The door that connected the kennels to the vets burst open with an almighty crack as it twisted its hinges when it hit the wall. The sound of heavy footsteps proceeded to move closer and closer.

"Well what do we have here?" A tall dark sunken form of a man stood in front of me, his black shaggy clothes and hair looked a mess but the most upsetting thing was that in his right hand he held something that shocked me to my very core with fear, a gun.

I pushed myself away from the front of the kennel only to whimper when my back hit the wall jarring my hip, he looked at me with cold hate filled eyes. He picked my chart up off the side of the wire door of my kennel.

"Well let's have a little look shall we, Blackie a black German shepherd, 3 years old, gun shot wound to right hip and leg" he looked up from the chart. He threw it aside, ripped open the wire door, grabbed me by my injured leg causing me to yelp and howl in pain and proceeded to throw me across the room.

I Yelped as I made contact with the wall and landed badly on my hip, I tried to move away but I found it too painful to move, I just lay there gasping for air as I tried to move away wincing and shaking with pain and fear.

"I'll tell you what I see shall I, Jayson Thompson, gunshot and silver wound to right hip and leg, 18 years old and A BLACK WEREWOLF!" he stood only a few feet from me with the gun raised and aimed at me.

A shriek pierced the mind numbing silence and quickly followed by a deep resonating growl. I looked over and to my horror I saw Kris and one of the nurses standing in the doorway to the garden.

"Well it looks like you've made some friends, maybe I should kill them just like your friends killed mine" the nurse screamed as he turned the gun on them pointing it at Kris first who was growling loudly I could see him thinking about changing.

NO! No not again please, the memories of mother and father flashed and flickered across my eyes, the scent of blood etched into my memory, the feeling of guilt and pain came over me as the image of them on the ground motionless flashed past me as I continued to stare at the scene in front of me. NO NOT AGAIN!

Pushing through all the pain as I leaped at him wrapping my jaws tightly around his wrist sinking deep into his flesh as the ground by Kris's paw exploded leaving two creatures in their wake. Kris yelped as he leaped backwards, the nurse just screamed as I pulled his arm down to point at the ground where the ground exploded once more sending shattered pieces of concrete and tile on the air.

I held tight as he tried shaking me off only to grip tighter, the ground continued to explode and shatter by my feet, I shook his hand violently trying to get him to release his hold on the evil pain inflicting contraption but he wouldn't. I received repeated blows to the head and ribs in his effort to release his arm but this only made me redouble my efforts to relinquish him of his gun, my teeth had sunk deep in to his wrist as he tried to free himself.

His hand spasm, I must if hit nerve or tendon causing his hand to relax and open slightly, I shook his wrist one last time to send the gun away into the air, he yelled out in pain as I did so still trying to free his arm. Using what strength and leverage I had left to twist my body around and throw him into the opposite wall from Kris and the now collapsed nurse.

I stood there starting at him growling deeply, I was shaking from the adrenalin, fear and anger of him trying to take the only thing left in the world, my friend and possible lover.

I stood there staring at this person who had helped kill both my parents and countless other like me, why? Why did he and others like him feel the need to hurt and kill my kind when humans do far worse to each other and the world around them?

"Kris DON'T!" he was advancing on the man with teeth bared and with hate in his eyes

"Why not?! He just tried to kill me and YOU! He deserves to die" his eyes where glowing brightly with the hate for this man and others like him.

"No he doesn't, no one does!"

"He helped kill your parents! ALL OF THEM!"

"I know that but I still won't let you kill him! It will only make you as bad as he is and it would only justify what he and others like him have done!"

He just looked at me with total disbelief and shock while I just stared and growled at the motionless man in front of me. Yes I wanted to hurt him, to make him feel just a fraction of the pain I have been put through and still going through but that would do nothing but increase the suffering and pain in the world. And I know both my parents would not want me to do that, to become come something that they have protected me from for so long.

My legs gave out from under me, I landed badly on the injured side of my hip causing me to yelp loudly, my ribs and head ached where they had been repeatedly kicked and punch as I held on to him. I spat the foul tasting blood from mouth trying to rid myself of the taste hate and iron, my breathing was heavy ad ragged as I tried to stand once more but only able to stand on my front paws while resting my hip on ground.

I felt so weak and helpless standing there, the way my hip burned with the memories of using it to jump, stand and move, the way my ribs and skull ached and throbbed as the bruising and swelling started form making breathing and thinking a little difficult as the pain killers has started to were off quickly. I still stood there daring him to move from where the lay crumpled at the bottom of the wall, I could hear his breathing as that was enough for me to know he was ok.

The remains of the door flew off its hinges as 3 or 4 police officers rushed in with guns raised and shouting for to 'put the gun down', it took them a moment to work out what had happened. The nurses and vets were all a little shaken but they quickly came and started to look over me and the rest of the dogs in the kennels, all the while the nurses and vets fussed and sorted me I could feel Kris close by watching over me putting me at ease slightly knowing there was someone who wanted to protect me close by.

Luke and Jane weren't far away either as Jane was treated me and Luke was getting the evidence and checking the other nurses were ok but most of all making sure that Rex his Doberman (Kris) and Jane were unharmed. I could not say anything as there were too many people around but also I felt so weak. I too tired to do anything apart from lay there as they moved me around as the pain killers thankfully started to take effect as the numbing embrace that cooled and slowed the aching and throbbing.

Why does this happen, when something or someone is different why is it always met with fear and hatred, yes I know that werewolves are always portrayed as evil and murderess but surely we are not all like that. I know I'm not or is that just because I was raised differently or is it just a stereotypical view. Whatever the reason it is unjust and unfounded as I know for one I'm not like that and that Luke, Jane and Kris are nice and kind people no matter what they are.

The drugs were starting to affect my ability to stay conscious and think properly, I tried to fight it but the effects of the stress both mental and physical were starting to seep in as the adrenaline had started to wear off and with the pain killers on top, the battle had already been lost as soon as my eyes started to close.

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