He picked up his plate and sat down at the table, alone. His attention trailed upstairs to where Selina was sleeping. He’d gotten used to eating with her and it felt weird not to. Funny how the woman was starting to grow on him. He finished his dinner and cleaned up so Selina wouldn’t have to. When he finally headed to his bedroom the wolf howled from his cage near the sofa, making the hair on Michael’s neck and arms rise. Before the thing woke up Selina, he hurried and snatched it out of its cage, rushed it outside and set it down on the ground. The second he let it go, he realized his mistake. The pup took off running into the thick woods. Michael ran after it, dodging trees and branches. He struggled to keep his eyes on where it was heading, but before long the pup had disappeared from his line of vision. If it were a dog, he would holler its name, but it wasn’t, and the animal had no name. Pushing back thick brush, he searched frantically for the wolf, but it was too dark to see.
