Dogs barked. Dogs, not wolves. Mateo groaned and opened his eyes slowly, squinting at the bright lights. There was a chain-link wall before him. Blinking in confusion, he wondered why he would be…there.
A bang sounded from somewhere, and the barking changed into enthusiastic whines. Mateo staggered upright, his head feeling heavy on his shoulders. A hangover from hell, maybe?
A process of squeak-clank-munching started outside. One by one the dogs quieted. Mateo looked down at his…paws? Oh. s**t.
Dog pound.
If he had paws, that meant wolf form. The footsteps approached methodically. He couldn’t chance changing back, not when these people obviously had no idea there was a human inside the “dog” they’d put in the kennel.
The squeak of the door of his cage alerted him to breakfast time. H
