h of which were important to him but a choice had to be made. He turned his truck onto interstate 90 and headed toward the scene of the accident to see how bad the damage was for himself. T

Shelter. As he got closer, the lights from the police vehicl

. The windshield was completely shattered and there were red stains that were turning into a deep crimson; blood. The animal Pedro hit must have been massive. He slowed the car

sure anyone would answer but he called anyway. The phone rang and rang until the voicemail picked up. It was pointless leaving a message so he just hung up and began to dial another

re going to need help with whatever it is they brought in tonight. As Dylan made his way into the parking lot, he noticed that Maribeth's black ford explorer was there as well as Diane's silver Impala. Diane was the usual third shift bookie

and headed toward the building. As he reached the first step which lead into the lobby, the first thing that caught his eye was the fact that it was empty. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. He reached for his phone but it was not in his pocket; he must have left i

sat there as well as a pad of paper that had some scribbles on it. He picked it up and read it which only had information regarding breeds of animals. Husky, Pit bull, Burmese Mountain Dog and Wolfhound

g up dear. He slowly walked towards the two double doors that separated the lobby from the kennels and readied his weapon. He now

and he trembled with fear as he looked on at Dylan. He didn't pay the whimpering animal too much attention for at the end of the long corridor was another swi

one and large jaws with powerful teeth breaking through the bone as well. Dylan became sick and started shaking. Whatever happened beyond this door, he knew it wasn't going to b

been a human. The blood soaked name badge read Maribeth and it was all apparent what happened here. He couldn't hold back the gag from his throat but fought hard not to make a sound as he dry heaved. The crunching continued but w

tail. To size it up, it was almost as large as a small black bear but definitely bigger then any dog he's ever seen. Dylan's gasp caught its attention and its massive head snapped back and looked at him. Blood and flesh smeared all over the massive

enced door shut, separating him and the wolf like monster. The impact of the beast and the kennel caused a portion of the wooden beamed ceiling to fall in between the two. Dylan saw this as an advantage and shot two more rounds into it; the wolf kept coming. It

his body and was impressed that nothing too bad happened. The beast killed two of his closest friends and coworkers and almost killed him. He felt accomplished by surviving the attack but a sudden and repetitive warm gust of wind and thud so

d the warm air he felt was coming from the monsters breath. The wolf reach