by Looking for Alaska » Tue Aug 14, 2012 1:53 pm
Alasks fur stood up when he tapped her back glaring at Dane with her yellow eyes. she shrinked away from him and set off in the new direction. It was early morning now and new yorkers were everywhere walking dogs or stumbling into bed, right around now her 'client' would be waking up and discoovering there riped screen and blood every where. She glared distastefully at Dane behind her, thanks to him she wasnt able to get her job done and Tom, her employer, would probally send other members of the organization looking for her.She reluctantly changed back into a human when she got to the doors of th insitute, a big white wolf walking through there was a easy target.
“And I told you before, I'll sell you any of the thoroughbreds.”
“I didn't make any of those thoroughbreds. I didn't make them what they are.”
“You made all of them what they are.”
I don't look at him. “None of them made me who I am.”
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“He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.”