I'm Not A Puppy

I whine at the door. How could they leave me alone? I try and reach for the door knob. I jump and scratch at the door. This is unbearable. I hate being a pet.

I look around the room, the sweet light scent that musks it all, and frown. That is, if wolves can frown. I start yipping at the fish. I bet they just loved it, living in a glass cage. Nowhere to go. They had this beautiful bowl that took a portion of the wall, some real fancy shit that glowed different colors.

It had only been a couple hours but I was desperate to be human. Though... I could change back. No one was home. I could take a shower, eat some real food, throw out some dog food, and no one notice. I plotted.

I changed back and nearly bumped my head into the desk. Wouldn't it be just amazing if I got a concussion and they came back to find a naked girl in their house. Despite being tiny in my wolf size, I was actually a pretty big girl. I had a thick skeleton, 5'10, and plenty of muscles. If only my wolf reflected my actual body. I was a warrior.... but in the wrong species.

I found a shirt that smelled like my mate and put it on. I opened the door and went to find the bathroom. It was only two doors down. I stripped, turned on the hot water and enjoyed myself. It was so nice to stretch and be clean. I found a razor that look like a girls, rinsed it, then shaved.

I was finished in twenty minutes. I dried myself off with a towel I found in the cubby space in the bathroom. I put his shirt back on. I used his shampoo and soap, I wonder if he'll notice. I went downstairs into the kitchen and ate everything I could. I was so hungry.

I threw out the dog food outside. I figured a stray hungry animal could eat it. I turned on the TV and went to the weather channel. Where the hell am I?

Chicago. Chicago! That's... That's a long way from Florida...

How did I even get here? Did they drug me. It's probably been days. Are my parents worried? I should call them.

I pick up the phone and dial. "Hello."

"Hey Dad."

"Where the hell are you?"

"I'm in Chicago-"

"What are you doing in Chicago?"

"I found my mate, and he thinks I'm a dog." My dad went silent. That pretty much put the whole image into perspective.

"..And you don't want to leave him." I shake my head, already knowing he won't see, but he already knows the answer.

"How do I leave him? I don't where to go from here. He's my mate, I can't leave him. But I can't live like a dog either." I can hear my dad sigh on the other end of the line.

"Can you give me an address? I'll come check with you." I check out the windows before opening the door to go outside. The streets seem empty. There's a number on the side of the house, 3455. I look down at the end of the road.

"3455 Mclean Road."