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Fairwood: chapter 4

Far Away

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The cell waited patiently for David , Gewan didn't shove the crimson dragon on the shoulder like he used to. A cane was in David's left paw, to help him walk. Six weeks passed since his operation. He stayed a week in the hospital, then was sent back to Hanessy High, he used to sleep in the sickbay, because he couldn't deal with the stairs to sleep in his own room. Butcher got off the cast a week ago, and his left leg were still very sensitive, of course he couldn't move it yet like before, but the skunk said it would be fine.

Not that David really cared about the well being of his left leg nowadays...

By the time he woke up after his operation he knew Keith already left. When he went back to school (Olridge was constantly at his side) strange things welcomed David.

First of all Olridge couldn't open the main entrance. Not just that, but the ram's keys were useless. David found out later that every lock in the school, from the basement to the roofs, had been replaced by new ones.

Another strange thing: David saw as the black rat, Hanessy drove off in his hunting outfit with Lenward and Colins on the back seat. Colins seemed bored, Lenward looked like he ate a cockroach, and Hanessy seemed like he hadn't slept in a weeks and would shoot down anyone that backtalked to him. David kinda' suspected why they acted so strangely...

After Olridge recieved the new keys and David managed to ever so slowly get to the Entrance Hall he was sent to the sickbay. His days among the white walls flew quickly. Everybody left him alone, nobody bothered him, just Butcher, he had to listen to the skunk's old stories about communists and the second world war. He knew by heart the favourite anecdotes of Butcher by the time he was let out and changed his pair of crutches to a cane.

So David was padding to his cell... he forgot to make his homework for Olridge and the ram honored his lack of interest in literature with two sweet days in a cell. Olridge had no fuckin' idea that the punishment he ordered was more like blessing for David. All he needed was to be alone with his thoughts.

"Here we are, Carter." The collie spoke and opened the door to let David inside, the crimson dragon walked in obidiently and the bar closed behind him. He carefully sat down on the bed, put his cane on the floor.

That's when he noticed that there was another fur in the other cell, opposite his. A wolf with emerald green eyes, the gray wolf looked cuiously at David, it was starting to annoy the dragon.

"What? Never seen a dragon before?" He asked darkly.

"You're David, aren't you?" The dragon blinked, how did the wolf know his name when he never even met him before?

"Yeah, why?"

"Nothin'. How is your leg?"David just shrugged. Who cares if the wolf knew him....

"I saw your accident when you broke your leg. It was freakin' brutal."

"A dickhead broke my leg, not I." David repliead angrily.

"All right dude, don't bite my tail for talkin' here."

"You talk too much!" David shot back and lay on the bad so he couldn't see the wolf.

"What do you expect? I've been here for a week now, is it that bad if I want some company?" The wolf asked and sighed.

"If you wanna' talk so much go on, just leave me out of it." David said.

"Who do you think would talk to himself? As far as I can see I'm not a mental case....yet. Maybe I just hallucinate you there, with that black cane of yours, just to entertain myself. Maybe this whole Hanessy Reform Slaughterhouse is my little illusion too." The wolf said softly, David couldn't help but laugh bitterly to that.

"I would be happiest dragon of the world if this crap was only your hallucination...." David spoke.

"Seems we have something common. I'm Kevin by the way. We practiced football for a few times before your accident."

"Why don't I remember you?"

"Dunno....." The gray furred wolf said and stood up just to stretch his muscles a little. David looked up and took a swift glance at the wolf, he wasn't too tall, but had some real nice muscles and muzzle, he didn't seem to be too old either.

"Why are you here, Kevin?" David asked after he lifted his gaze from the wolf.

"Now that's a really long story....." Kevin said and lay back on his bed.

"What's your excuse?" The dragon asked before the wolf could answer his first question.

"There are lots of 'excuses' for me..... I broke a cat's nose, lit my stepfather's house and so on...."

"And here I thought you weren't a danger to the public." David whispered to himself, but the wolf heared him.

"Nah, the house was an accident, the only thing I had my paws in was the cat's bleeding, broken nose." Kevin mumbled darkly and the dragon whistled softly to the 'excuses'.

"How long have you been in the school?"

"Two months I guess .... maybe more, I can't really count the days in here." The wolf answered with a small jawn. "What's your excuse, David?"

"Mine? I led a gang in my hometown, stole some money here and there...then the cops caught me." Kevin nodded to David's lie. It was strange for the crimson dragon how easily he was able to lie.... he didn't even had to think about it, it just came naturally. Keith taught him well.... David rolled on his side as he thought about the black dragon.

"Why are you locked here for a week?" The crimson dragon asked.

"I broke into an office in Section B and got caught. For the third time. Not like this little cell-vacation would make me stop."

"What is so important that you had to break into an office, three times?"

"I need to make a phone call."

"Now that's really unusual. Furs don't really want that here....." David spoke.

"I need to talk to someone."

"It must be a really important fur for you..."

"Yes, he is...." David blinked, he sat up in the bed and saw that Kevin's gray fur on his muzzle turned a little bit pink. The wolf seemed really embarassed and nervous.

"He? Who is he?"

"He?.....oh, my brother of course.... I need to call him so he would get me out of here...." Kevin said, he didn't dare to meet the dragon's blue eyes.

"Why did you choose football?" David asked unexpectedly.

"What?"

"Why do you want to play football with a bunch of half-crazed cadets?"

"I didn't have a choice! The school made me!" Kevin barked sharply.

"You have to practice martial arts and work out frequently, don't you?"

"Why the hell is it so important?" Kevin asked back with pure curiosity.

"Damn.... you're on the 'straight schedule'!" David replied with a small, dark laugh.

"Straight what?" The wolf looked confused.

"The 'Straight Schedule' means that the school is making you work out, practice football and martial arts and other stuff just to turn you straight!" David said and laughed a little.

"What?.... Hey! I'm not gay."

"You're a bad liar." David froze for a second, the whole situation reminded him the first day he met Keith.

"I'm not gay, I had the fag test and I'm not gay." Kevin said fiercely.

"All right, not that I care at all about your sexual preference....." David replied, not really listening to Kevin.

"Seriously! I'm NOT GAY!" Kevin yelled.

"Yeah, yeah and I have fur not scales......" David said.

"Believe me damn it!" The wolf said, but no use. The dragon was bored of Kevin lying to him. He sat up and looked straight into Kevin's eyes.

"Look, we both know you're gay, but it doesn't matter for me, I don't care and don't think I'll tell anybody." Kevin just blinked in surprise.

"You really don't care?"

"No. I have enough problems, don't need yours too."

"Thanks." Kevin looked into David's blue eyes and the dragon just turned away, facing the wall.

They spent the whole day in silence. Kevin didn't want to talk at all. He was still shocked that David figured out so much about him. The dragon didn't feel like talking either. They ate their poor lunch without words, thanked the teacher the food and went back to laying on their beds. It was going to be two long...long days.

The hours passed slowly and the room got darker and darker, the staff didn't bother to light the neons for them. After an hour or so David and Kevin lay in complete darkness, they both knew the other was awake, busy with their thoughts, memories and regrets.

"Ow, C'mon! I can't stand this silence anymore!" Kevin said. No answer.... "Dude, don't tell me you already fell asleep!"

"Do you have to speak so much?" David asked with a sigh.

"No, but that's how conversations are done...." The wolf replied and ran his fingers in the soft gray fur of his arms. "We could talk about your sexual preference."

"What?" David asked, and rolled on his other side, his left leg seemed so heavy...

"You're gay too, aren't you?"

"Fuck off, wolf. Don't start hitting on me or you'll regret it. Now let me sleep."

"Why do you have to be so rude? I won't tell your secret anyone either."

"Shut the fuck up, fagot!" David growled, though he felt ashamed by talking to the wolf like that.

"After your speech about the straight schedule, don't you dare me call a fagot, when you're gay like me!" Kevin growled back. "If you didn't notice, than let me refresh your memories ... you practice football, martial arts and work out like I do, we share all those classes, so that makes you gay or makes us both straight. Pick one!" A small pause and Kevin continued. "And don't think I didn't notice how you looked at me earlier."

After long seconds of silence David finally answered.

"I'm gay too, so what?"

"Nothin'." Kevin replied. Their voice seemed so loud in the deserted corridor.

"The fur you want to call is your boyfriend?" David asked unexpectedly.

"Yeah." Kevin whispered softly.

"What's his name?"

"Bill.... Bill Carson." The wolf said.

"Why do you want to call him?"

"To tell him I love him. To let him know where I am."

"So he doesn't know?" David asked, he really wanted to know the details.

"No. After he moved away and my stepfather's house burnt down ...... I got here. He doesn't know I'm here."

"How? Couldn't you write him or something?"

"No, I know his address but didn't have time to write him or call him. When I broke into the office I tried to call his cell phone, but guess what..... the school bloks the line so only teachers can use the phones."

"What? Blocking the lines?"

"Somethin' like that, when I entered the numbers the line went dead. Just like that."

"That sucks."

"Yeah."

"So your parents don't know you're gay?"

"They do know now. After I broke the cat's nose they found out. The headmaster talked to Jacob and my mother........ my dear stepfather thought an old fashioned beating would make me behave.... he hit me in the kitchen, I guess one of us knocked over the boiling oil or something and the whole room was on fire in a second.

"After that?"

"The firemen couldn't extinguish the fire, then my.... 'parents' thought they would get rid of me. Jacob mentioned that they could send me to my real father, but my mother dismissed the idea. She said she wouldn't let me live with him. She alway considered to put me in a reform institution like this. She finally had a reason to make her dreams come true." The gray wolf chuckled darkly.

"That's quite a story there, wolf." David said with sympathy in his voice.

"One day when I get out of here..... I'll find him."

"One day." The wolf and dragon mumbled in perfect unison.

***

"I had a strange dream..... I was in a ....cell I think. There was a dragon....... it was, you know..... like it was real....."

The black wolf caressed his fur lovingly and nuzzled his neck. "It was just a dream......" He said and gave a long lick to Kevin's left ear.

"I love you, Kev." Bill whispered softly into the gray wolf's ears. Kevin just grinned back and put his paws on Bill's muzzle, he gently forced the black wolf to stop licking his ears and kissed him softly. Bill's room was almost completely dark. The soft glow of the streetlights was enough for them. They both thought it was more romantic in this way.

Bill pulled back, he panted softly from the lack of air and licked Kevin's muzzle playfully, earning a small chuckle from the other wolf.

"What time is it?" The gray wolf asked.

"That's your answer? I say I love you and you ask the time?"

"You know I love you, silly...." Kevin whimpered as Bill bit his muzzle. It wasn't painful but more exciting. Kevin shivered in anticipation as Bill kept biting his jawline lower and lower. "Som...Somebody is horny today..." Kevin whispered.

"Damn right" Bill answered and pushed Kevin on the bed, followed by another cute whimper by the gray wolf. As the black dominated the gray in the small bedroom another pair of wolves entered the house. They weren't expected to be at home so early.

"Bill! We're home!" Chris shouted from the entrance as he kicked off his shoes. Sam locked the door, did just like his brother and set the bags on the kitchen counter.

"Fuck!" Bill whispered and quickly stood up, leaving Kevin on the bed. The gray wolf groaned inwardly and put his shirt on. He was sporting a raging boner but had to ignore it. The black wolf grabbed two books from the carpet and threw it on his desk, he turned on the ligths and he and Kevin sat down at his table. Then Sam opened the door. The usual scene greeted him: his brother above the books with Kevin.

"You sure became a bookworm Kevin.....I don't expect anything else from Bill, but you?" Sam said plafully from the door.

"I just want to make sure the old bitch doesn't screw with me at history class again." The gray wolf said with a smile. But he was rather swearing in his head for being distrubed.

"That's why you are reading a literature book?"

"Huh?" Kevin asked back puzzled.

"The book you read. It's literature, not history."

"I'm asking the homework from Kevin." Bill said and shook the histroy book in his paw. That was enough for Sam, the black wolf who only differed from Bill in the colour of his eyes and some grayish fur on his chest and of course his features. Sam Carson had blue eyes. His hobbies were sports, all kinds, but his favourite was football. The coach said he would get into the team if he worked out and practiced well.

"Bill, could you two stop being so geeks for a moments and help me in the kitchen. Chris will whine our ass off if we don't make some dinner."

"Ok. What did you bring?" Bill asked and headed to the kitchen, then a smaller mass of black fur jumped on him and tackled him on the ground. This was Chris' daily routine: Jumping on his older brothers.

"FUUCK CHRIS! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT JUMPING ON ME????" Bill yelled furiously, Chris flattened his ears and let go of his older brother. The third Carson boy was shorter than his older brothers. But he was the mixture of Sam and Bill. He had blue eyes and his fur was all black.

"Bill, do you have to whine so much? He's a puppy, let him play." Sam said with a small snicker.

"Play with Sam next time, Chris. Let's see how much he likes it when somebody jumps on him out of nowhere!" Bill growled to his brothers and stood up, only to be forced on the floor again, this time by Sam.

"Whinewolf!" He growled and pinned Bill on the ground. Kevin couldn't help but feel jealous, HE wanted to pin Bill on the floor. Yeah, pin him down nude....that would be great, he thought to himself.

"Ger'off me!" Bill growled.

"What is it whinewolf? You out of strength?" Sam said and licked Bill' left ear. He smelled something unfamiliar. After sixteen years of wrestling, playing and living with Bill, he could easily notice if his brother's scent changed. He stopped licking and sniffed Bill's neck. But he was pushed on the ground with a loud thud.

"Who is out of strength?" Bill smirked and got up. "So what did you bring?"

"Just spaghetti." Sam replied after Bill helped him to get on his feet. He quickly forgot about the strange scent he smelled.

The two older Carson wolf serviced dinner after an hour or so. They weren't very good cooks, but hey.... they could wolf down everything. They had never complained about food. Their father worked a lot, he didn't have time to cook for his sons. So he taught them to cook for themselves. Around seven o'clock their father came home, the big, black wolf (Bill inherited his brown eyes) put down his bag next to the door.

"Hi, Dad!" His sons said together as Scott padded into the kitchen. "Hello, Mr. Carson." Kevin said.

"Hey there wolves!" The oldest lupine said playfully and sat down, put some sphagetti on his plate and they all began to eat. After a few forkful of tasty spaghetti Scott hummed in appriciation.

The Carsons and Kevin ate peacefully their dinner. The gray wolf felt more like at home in the Carson house. Even dinner was better in the home of the black wolves. After their meal the oldest wolf had a relaxing shower, while his youngest son had to study. After half an hour of whining (Chris didn't really understand why his father insisted to make him do his homework) Bill, Kevin and Sam were playing Chris' video game, that happened to be the coolest thing that had been released in ages. Their father sat on th couch, his sons and the gray wolf sitting before him on the carpet, busy killing every enemy they encountered. The older wolf read the newspaper for a while but couldn't concentrate on it. Scott stood up and padded away, he came back with a brown book in his paws.

"I thought I lost it." He muttered under his breath. He opened the book and the familiar, long time no seen photographs of various furs smiled at him. Strange..... How everybody seems so happy in those pictures. They all smile, teeth glimmering, eyes shining with youth.... even if it's fake. But who would ruin the expectations of yearbooks? Who wouldn't fake a smile just not to stand out from the crowd?

The big black wolf looked at the first page for a while, he never knew those furs.....then the second page...... Sam looked up from the game for a second and noticed the unfamiliar book in his father's black paws.

"What is that, Dad?"

"Hmm? This? It's just my yearbook." The older wolf replied, not looking up from the pages.

"Cool!" Sam said, paused the game and sat on his father's right. Bill and Kevin looked up puzzled then joined Scott and Sam, though they really wanted to finish the game.

The wolves all stared at the black and white pictures of Scott Carson's formal schoolmates.

"Jesus, I didn't know that hairstyle was legal in your time..." Sam said playfully as he looked at a really-really strange looking racoon.

"Hey, I'm not that old, besides you should have seen Spyke's prom hair. You would have laughed your fur off." Scott chuckled lightly.

"You knew all of them?" Bill asked.

"Not all of them, but quite a few.... See that husky? Ryan Ford....he joined the military after we graduated....he was a really good buddy. I remember he always backtalked to Coach Smith, he had to run so many laps we couldn't even count it on our fingers." Scott said merrily.

"And Owen..... " He pointed at the picture of a handsome, hot rhino. Bill and Kevin almost drooled over the picture of Owen Lawrence..... "we used to go to med-school together, the chief said that he had the paws to plastics.....I don't know if he really chose that speciality..... we used to play football together....."

Another page....

"Hey, we didn't see your picture!" Sam said playfully and paged back. The cheery and bright smile of the eighteen year old Scott Carson greeted them..... Bill and Sam had to admit their father didn't really change after all those years.

"What? No words to describe me or are you so disappointed?" Their father asked with the hint of warning in his voice.

"You look great Dad! Except your motto under the picture." Sam answered laughing.

"What's wrong with: Never chase your tail?"

"It's totally not what furs expect to read in a yearbook..." His son replied.

"You don't understand it now, Samuel J. Carson, but when the day comes you finally get the meaning of "Never chase your tail"...... I'll buy you a car."

"REALLY?"

"Yes." Scott wasn't afraid that Sam would ever figure it out. It was so complex and unique. Maybe someday, when he grows up.....

"C'mon Dad, I know it's just a title of a song from a rusty, old rock-band you used to listen to...." Sam said with a small smile....and yipped in surprise as his father nipped at his left ear.

"That's twice you said I was old." Scott growled playfully and smiled as his son's ears flattened.

"DAD!" Sam growled back a little but shut up quickly as Scott suddenly not just nipped at his ears, but pulled him into a tight wolf-hug too. The bigger wolf smiled widely as his son whimpered to him in his embrace. After all, they were wolves, even the modern, civilized life couldn't take away the basic habits of the wolven families. So Scott was the alpha ..... the head of the family.

Kevin wished he could look at his own father's yearbook, sitting next to the gray lupine.... he missed his father. Even though Scott treated him almost like his own sons, but it wasn't the same...

"So where were we?" Scott said after he let go of his son (with a lick at his ears, followed by growling). "Ah....Cooper Weston, he played football too. We used to have so much fun back then...." Bill found some kind of sad longing in his father's eyes as he looked and spoke of every fur he knew better.

"Quentin Wright, the leopard......he could drink a bottle of ......" Scott trailed off and caughed a little. "He was a really good swimmer." Kevin, Bill and Sam grinned devilishly at Scott.

"What was that?" Sam said, grinning like a maniac.

"Like Dad said a bottle of.... what?" Bill finished.

"Oww...I never said that, where do you get all these strange stuff?" Scott replied with his ears twitching a little. Then he got silent. The young wolves waited patiently, but Scott just stared at the photo of a male fox, a cute male fox as a matter of fact. John Torres, captain of the soccer team.

"What about him?" Bill nudged his father and Scott snapped out of his trance.

"John? He was my bestest friend. We used to be roomates during college, his paws were perfect, never shook. I'm sure he became an excellent neuro-surgeon."

"Your best friend? You never talked about him.....wait, you never talked about your friends at all......" Bill said.

"After I married your mother and moved away....you know. I worked a lot, never had time to meet them." Scott sighed a little, he never took off his eyes from the fox.

Then Scott closed the book. "That's enough for today. I'm tired like Daisy on the pediatrics."

"Huh?"

"Daisy is an old nurse on pediatrics, she always complains about being tired but has the energy to watch the midnight horror film on TV." Scott chuckled from the doorway. The older wolf went to the bathroom and they immediately jumped on the yearbook.

"Look at her, I'm sure she was a cheerleader." Sam said and eyed the picture of a really pretty tigress.

"Good, and here I thought you can't read. You see it's written just under her name."

"Funny, funny, whinewolf." Sam replied. They looked at the pictures for a while but without their father's nostalgic comments it wasn't the same. Bill turned the page to the fox's picture. He wasn't flashing his teeth like the others, just smiled politely. Bill had to admit he was really handsome. John Torres, his father's best friend...... Bill will sure ask about him later, when his father will be more approachable.

"Let's finish the game!" Sam said and closed the book. Bill and Kevin sat down next to Sam, on the floor and continued the game. Bill couldn't forget the longing in his father's eyes, it just kept reappearing in his mind.

When Scott came back from the barthroom, the youngest Carson boy was playing too.

"Is your homework done, Chris?"

"Yes, dad." The black wolf replied.

"Good. Then you can all go to sleep."

"WHAT?" The wolves yelled together, Scott couldn't hold back a smile.

"Just kidding, but don't stay up for too late. 'Kay?"

The young wolves nodded together.

"Good night, boys."

"Night dad."

"Night Mr.Carson."

After countless slain enemies and explosions they finished the tenth level and turned off the game.

"Brought your sleeping bag, Kev?" Bill asked with a toothy jawn.

"Yep." Like I need it- The gray wolf thought to himself. His mate winked a little.

"Good night!" The wolves said after they all washed their teeth.

Bill closed the door and locked it, he wouldn't risk his brothers or father walk on them in the morning..... As he turned around a really horny and handsome gray wolf pushed him to the door, locking their muzzles together in a passionate kiss. Bill put his paws on Kevin's chest to push back but gave up quickly as the gray one skratched the base of Bill's ears with his claws. Kevin knew the black wolf was sensitive there, just like on his neck. Their heated kiss became more slow and deliberate with time, their lips tugged gently on the other, tongues entwining just like their fingers. They parted with a small nuzzle and rested their heads on the others shoulders.

"I could barely hold back..... if it weren't for your dad and brothers....I would have bent you over the kitchen table and......" Kevin whispered into the black ears softly.

"I know....."

After another long make out session the gray wolf pulled the black one towards the bed. Bill followed his mate and lay back on the soft sheets with Kevin on top. The gray lupine smiled to his lover and took his shirt off, threw it away, just like Bill. Their lips locked for a short kiss, then the rest of their clothes followed the others laying on the carpet.

"Tail or Muzzle?" Kevin asked huskily and licked Bill's ears. The black wolf shivered as Kevin touched his erect wolf cock and gave light, encouraging stroke to the hard flesh....

"Muz...zle." Bill whispered.

"Bad answer." The gray wolf growled and nibbled softly on Bill's neck. He wanted so much to take the black wolf's tail.

"We can't do that here, Kev." Bill whispered and caressed Kevin's muzzle affectionately. "They would hear us."

"Than muzzle it is." Kevin stared into the black wolf's brown eyes and kissed him softly on the lips, he felt the other wolf's heartbeat under his paws. The gray wolf felt lightheaded, he never knew that a single kiss could bring so much pleasure, no matter how many times they kissed, even if it was just a small touch of their lips, they never got bored of it. Kevin let out a small, barely audible murr as the black wolf tilted his muzzle and suckled on his tongue. Bill sure learnt how to kiss...

Kevin broke the kiss and licked the other wolf's lips playfully, a small trail of saliva connected their muzzle but they didn't notice. A short gasp echoed in Bill's bedroom as Kevin bit the black wolf's neck, though it wasn't painful at all. The gray wolf knew that Bill liked it...

Kevin buried his muzzle in his lover's luxurious, black fur. His sensitive nose almost overloaded with the scent of his mate. He kissed Bill's neck and trailed down ever so slowly..... down to his abdomen and even lover. Bill panted in anticipation as he felt Kevin's hot breath wash over his erection. His rock hard wolf cock stood proudly and Kevin licked the glistening tip. His mate tasted wonderful.

"Stop teasing...me" Bill whispered. Kevin didn't need anything else.... and the gray wolf went down all way long on Bill's wolfhood, making him growl and grip the sheets....

The gray wolf smiled, though the cock in his muzzle made it pretty hard. He licked his mates cock with his tongue and slowly pulled back, suckling on the ozzing wolf cock. He bobbed like this for a long time, he didn't want to stop..... he didn't want to send Bill over the edge to early. The black wolf gripped the sheets harder and more desperately with every passing moment, Kevin muzzle felt wonderful, his playful tongue seemed to lap constantly at his cock.... the gray wolf even managed to deepthroat him sometimes.

Kevin started to bob faster, earning a small growl from the black lupine, he reached down with his right paw and gently massaged Bill's sack. The effect was instant: the black one thursted into his muzzle though the gray anticipated it. He rolled the heavy balls in his paw and Bill came like a firehose....

"WAKE UP, ARCHER!" Kevin woke up with a frightened yip as Colins roared in his cell. The gray wolf looked around, the otter started yelling but he couldn't hear him. He became aware that David, the crimson dragon was staring at him from the other cell, with concern on his muzzle...... The strangeling felling of despair overcome Kevin, he dreamed again.

The otter stopped yelling and looked expectantly at Kevin for a moment, the anger on his face could boil eggs..... the wolf just stared at the otter.

"Fine! It seems you want to spend another day here!" He said furiously, padded out of the cell and locked the gray wolf inside. The otter kept swearing and cursing the him, until he disappeared behind the iron door, but Kevin didn't hear him.

"Kevin, are you all right?" David asked.

The wolf finally realized where he was. In Hanessy High, cell number 5, old Section. Far away from his lover.

This was reality.

to be continued