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 not my business, and besides; they would go other places they want to go" I heard Rex telling the person.
Although, I was still laying on the bed, I could hear him loud and clear, but did as if I heard nothing. I stayed put and didn't eve
