TWO DAYS LATER

     It's a bright beautiful morning, and I woke up quite normal. It's been two days now...two days since Rex took me from Brooks park. I laid on the bed, yawning lazily on it as the events of the last few days replayed in my head.

I feel sorry for the people that were rescued and those that were not.

      The first voice I heard this morning was that of Rex. He seem to be in a conversation with someone. I didn't have to strain my ears to hear what they are saying, all thanks to my werewolf heightened senses.

      "I don't give a damn, okay. They are...