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He couldn’t remember his name. That seemed important. His head felt heavy and he couldn’t think past the pain in his sides. He felt open wounds, all seeping onto the table he was lying on. The cold metal made him shiver, which caused even more pain. He smelled antiseptic and that plastic powder doctor’s gloves sometimes had inside. He wanted to know where he was. He wanted to curl his snout into his belly to block the smells that surrounded him but he couldn’t. His legs and arms were lead. “They cut you up good didn’t they?” a man spoke near his ear. He liked the low and soft way the man spoke, as if he were something precious in need of care. He liked the man’s gentle hands and the way they stroked his ears back. He knew that he was both …show more content…

He had short blue-black hair and grey eyes. His mouth was too serious. I will not bite you, Alexander. I will not. “Don’t think he’s a stray. Someone obliviously cared for him enough to feed him before abusing him. He may have been used as a bait dog.” “Assholes,” she said. “You think he’s a biter?” Alexander stroked his furry ear. He closed his eyes and let the two people do what they wanted. He knew somehow that this was unusual. Humans were not to be trusted. Humans brought fear and anger and death. Humans did such terrible things. He could almost remember if he reached for it. Could almost remember that horrible day when he lost everything. He shut his eyes, panting. He shoved the memory back. He didn’t want it now. Didn’t need any more pain. “I don’t think he’s dangerous but he’s big and he’s severely injured. Pain makes even the most gentle of us cruel,” Alexander said. He wouldn’t bite Alexander. He wanted to lick his hands and neck and other placed. He wanted to lie in Alexander’s lap with the smell of the man surrounding him. But he couldn’t do any of …show more content…

He’s got a network of scars on his back and hindquarters.” He remembered fighting. Natural wolves. A bear once. The bear had been… bad. Alexander stroked the fur on Gavin’s back, running his hands over the scars there, scratching at the healing wounds. Gavin didn’t know how he’d explain his accelerated healing. Though… he wasn’t healing as quickly as he usually did. He hadn’t shifted yet so that could be the cause. “I want to take pictures in case his owner does come looking for him. Maybe we can put the bastard in jail,” Alexander said. Fierce and kind. If Gavin could have grinned in wolf form, he would have. Jewel leaned back and watched Alexander pet Gavin. She smiled. She had a nice open smile that bloomed in her cheeks. “You’re taking him home aren’t you?” “I can’t bring him to the pound. They’re at capacity already,” he said. “You can’t save every stray that comes into the clinic, Alex.” Alexander ran his hands through his hair, ruffling the short strands. “I’m not looking to open up a shelter but he came to me. Came to my house. I can’t abandon him. I’m going to try and find someone who can take him. He’s a good dog.” Jewel snorted. “That’s what you said about the last two

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