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Hello readers! Not including this part, there are four parts left of the Cats and Wolves series. Please vote for the next series in my current journal if you enjoy my writing.

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Alex didn't wake up until nearly noon, still sitting at his desk, his little journal being used as a pillow. It took him a couple minutes before he realized where he was exactly, and he slowly sat up and shut the journal, stuffing it into his desk, then going to lay down on his bed. He wasn't content with the light sleep he'd gotten sitting at his desk, and quickly dozed back off on his bed, sleeping until nearly three o'clock, when his father finally opened his door and told him to get up.

Alex sat up slowly, feeling like absolute shit at the moment. His head was buzzing and he couldn't focus on anything. His body ached, all over, like something was pressing out on his skin from the inside. He stood up and immediately had to sit back down, getting dizzy quickly. After his head stopped swimming he tried again, slowly getting up and walking to the door, breathing heavily by the time he had slowly stumbled to it. He felt positively ill. After a few seconds at the doorway, he silently cussed out Tricia for not telling him this would happen, then started down the hallway to the bathroom. He used the wall to balance, and walked carefully, slowly. He paused at the door and caught his breath again, boy he was out of energy really bad today. He hoped this wouldn't happen every month. He stumbled into the bathroom and shut the door, inspecting himself in the mirror. His eyes were positively glowing green it seemed, and he did seem pretty out of it. He turned around, spotting the shower. Maybe a nice hot shower would clear up his head a bit and relieve a bit of the ache. He grabbed a towel out of the towel closet and set it on the sink counter, then turned the water on to the shower. He let it run while he undressed, laying his pajamas and underwear next to the towel. He sat there for a few minutes before getting into the shower. Once in, he just stood there, letting the water soak and warm him, not caring how long he took. He just wanted to make the fuzziness in his head go away so he could focus and think. Though the water didn't seem to be doing anything, other than make him wet. He moaned and grabbed the shampoo, stepping out of the water to lather up all over, and once he was content with the amount of white streaks in his fur, he slipped back into the water and rinsed off. He remained in the shower until the hot water ran out, then shut it off and slipped out, grabbing the towel and drying off quickly. Still partially damp, he just grabbed his pajamas and underwear, stumbling back to his room.

When he looked at the clock in his room while finishing drying off, he noted that it was nearly four o'clock now, and it clicked in his head that he should probably get something to eat before he locked himself away from the world for the night. Luckily his dad would be leaving in about thirty minutes and wouldn't be back until ten o'clock or later. He could just say he felt sick and went to bed early.

Alex was mostly dry when he got dressed, and then slowly made his way to the stairs, stopping twice to catch his breath on the way there. He still felt just as bad. That incessant nothingness that dulled his mind was really getting on his nerves. He stopped at the top of the steps, staring down them silently, his head empty as he stared with glazed eyes. He took the first step, and instantly one thought filled his mind. ‘Oh shit!' The next thing he knew he was in pain, laying at the bottom of the steps, having fallen down the entire flight. He was hurting more than before, all over his body, but nothing hurt more than anything else. It was all just one dull ache, all over. Someone was talking to him, pressing on his shoulder. He didn't pay any attention, just laying there on the floor at the base of the steps in a stupor. Eventually he felt someone move him. The scenery changed, he was buckled into a car, moving somewhere. Someone kept talking to him, but he just couldn't focus on the words. He knew deep down that it had to be his dad, that they were going to a hospital, but his brain just wouldn't register it. It wouldn't register anything other than that irritating fog in his head, and the dull ache all over his body.

Hours later, laying on a bed somewhere. Alex's focus returned for a short while. He realized he was in the hospital again, and he lifted his head, only to be greeted by both his father and Brandon's concerned faces. Suddenly his mind cleared considerably, and he sat up, regardless of Brandon trying to push him back onto the bed. "What happened?" Alex asked. The pain in Alex's body seemed to be growing, ever so slightly.

"You fell down the stairs." Alex's dad answered. "You wouldn't respond to anything I said, and I brought you here." He said, his words sounding a bit choked up. He hugged his son tightly. "I thought you were seriously hurt. The doctors said you're fine though." He said, trying to hold back tears.

"Are you okay? You're not hurting anywhere are you?" Brandon asked.

"I, I hurt all over. It's, not bad, but it hurts." Alex said, trying to detach himself from his father. Something felt funny. Something wasn't right. Then it came back, all in one burst. Tonight was the night! He was going to turn into a savage beast! What time was it? His eyes frantically searched the room for a clock and he pushed out of his fathers grip, sliding off the bed and taking a few stumbling steps towards a clock on the wall. "8:15. 8:15..." He said a few times, looking to the windows. It was still daylight out, but not for long. It looked like the sun would set any minute now.

"Alex? What's wrong?" Alex's father asked, walking quickly around the bed to him, followed closely by Brandon.

"Are you okay? You shouldn't be out of bed so soon. If you're in pain you should be resting." He said, grabbing Alex's shoulders and lightly trying to turn him back towards the bed.

"I need to go!" Alex said quickly, loudly. He twisted around and made a mad dash for the door, running out into the hallway. He took off at a run, only vaguely knowing where he was headed. He found a staircase and dashed down it, hearing both Brandon and his father yelling for him to stop, wait, not move, but he ignored them. He had to get out of this place. He had to get away from everyone. It wasn't safe here.

"Fourth, third, second, first..." Alex counted down as he flew down the steps, bursting into the hallways of the first floor and gunning it for a direction that looked like the exit. Large windows lined the way. He ran faster when he saw that the sun was almost gone, an orange speck just about to disappear to the night that he feared. A few more steps, and there was the exit. "Gotta get somewhere safe." He panted, feeling full of energy even though his body hurt like hell. He ignored it as best as he could, and dashed through the lobby, out the front door, shoving past a few people. Then it hit him. The sun must have disappeared completely, because a sudden, immense pain flooded through his body, and Alex dropped to the ground, curling up. His body uncurled itself and he vomited once, then rolled away from it onto his back. He shook violently and arched his back, groaning in pain, gritting his teeth so hard that if he could think he'd think they might break. Every single bit of him seemed to be hurting so badly, burning almost.

Then the first snap sounded, and an even worse pain filled Alex's leg. Another snap, more pain in his other leg. Two more snaps, his arms now. Three loud cracks and the pain was unbearable. Alex was on the verge of blacking out, unaware that he was drawing a crowd as his body slowly started to change it's shape. His face changed, his arms, his legs, his back, his tail even. Everything changed. Even his mind changed. Nearly five minutes passed, and then in Alex's spot, laid a writing wolf in jeans and a tshirt. It quickly rolled over and stood up, slipping out of the clothes and looking around at the crowd it had drawn. It stared at them silently.

"Alex?" The wolf focused on the voice, a white feline in a nurse uniform. It stared at the cat silently for a short while, then it bared it's fangs, growling at it. The cat backed away, the wolf knew it would somehow. It stepped forward, still growling, still baring it's fangs. "Alex... Is that... you?" The white cat said in an unsure voice, holding up its arms and backing away. The wolf focused on it, slowly approaching. A lot of the crowd was backing away from it now.

Someone else spoke, a red-furred feline in a doctor's uniform. "Get away from it everyone!" It commanded. Many people obeyed without question, walking briskly away from the beast that had been Alex. The presumed doctor held a syringe in one hand, and was doing the opposite of what he'd told people to do. He walked up to the wolf, very slowly, drawing it's attention. "Now now fella', I'm just going to give you some medicine." The doctor said as he approached, holding out one hand. He got pretty close before the wolf's eyes flicked to the needle, and with a snarl the beast leapt at the doctor. The wolf surprised the red cat, and he was quickly knocked to the ground, the syringe breaking on the sidewalk beside them, a clear liquid spilling on the sidewalk. Alex, without any knowledge that he was doing it, suddenly bit into the red cat's neck and pulled out a grisly chunk of the man's throat without much trouble. This got panic started, and anyone left, except for Alex's father and boyfriend, ran off quickly, most screaming. The red cat died quickly, having its jugular torn open didn't exactly give it that long to love. Rusty red smeared the wolf's snout, and it actually swallowed the hunk of meat it had gotten from the feline. It started to tear at the man, and this was when Alex's dad and boyfriend started to move away, backing away slowly. They disappeared inside the hospital before the wolf realized anything had happened, and when it looked up again, it saw a mostly bare street. Though there were a few people further away, running.

It abandoned it's fresh kill in pursuit of even fresher food, food that was still alive, moving, screaming. It wanted food, and it wanted it now. That was the only thought on the wolf's mind as it tore down the streets after potential food. Fresh, raw, screaming meat.

The carnage only got worse as the night went on, the wolf was shot at a few times, but that only scared it into sticking to back alleys and shadowy areas. Eight hours the wolf terrorized any feline it came across, whether or not it ran after them, it was still a frightening sight. Muzzle stained a bloody red, as well as the front paws. At the end of it's rampage, it stopped in it's tracks as the first rays of light appeared in the sky. A howl came from it, and then it was on the ground, spasming and twitching, cracking and snapping, changing again. A few minutes later Alex laid there, passed out on the ground, entirely naked. Blood stained his hands, and his face. He was asleep, for now.

Hours later the feline came to, waking up under a blanket on a cold floor. He sat up quickly, looking around, breathing heavily. Something wasn't right. This wasn't his house. Where was he? Bars filled his vision, and suddenly he realized where he was. A prison! He jumped up, running to the bars. A few people laughed at him, and he suddenly felt why as a draft blew across his privates. He was naked! He ran back and grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around himself to protect his cock and ass from view. "You're awake." A voice grunted, and Alex spun to look at it. "What the fuck are you?" The voice said, a cop, looking in through the bars at Alex. "Freak. Absolute fucking freak. We oughta be killing you." He said. Alex gulped, wondering what he'd done. He had no recollection of the night of havoc he'd just wreaked.

"What did I do?" Alex asked meekly, looking down at the ground, his hands catching his sight. They were still stained red. "What did I do?!" He asked, a little more surprised.

"Seven counts of manslaughter. You should be on death row." The cop said coldly.

"Oh my god... I..." Alex felt sick, and had to sit down on the nearby bed. "Seven... Oh my god... I," He dry heaved once, but held down his stomach.

"Ate them too you sick bastard." The cop said. That was the final straw for Alex. He heaved his guts onto the floor, a pulpy red vomit for the most part, which only caused him to become more sick, and he ended up puking until he couldn't puke anymore. "C'mon you sick fuck. Get up, get out of there. You're leaving." The cop said, opening the door and approaching Alex slowly. Alex couldn't move, and had to be pulled out of the cell before he started walking on his own accord, his arms wrenched painfully behind his back. They didn't stop walking until they were outside, right next to a car. Someone else was inside, and it was a familiar car. It took him a few minutes to realize it was his fathers car, with his father inside. Alex was shoved into the back seat, and the cop slammed the door on him. "He's got until midnight tonight." The cop said to his father, and then they were moving, driving away.

"Dad?" Alex asked, getting no response. He waited almost silently, except for the occasional sniffle. He wiped his mouth off on the blanket he still had, ignoring the bits of red as best as he could. "Dad?" He tried again. "What happened?" He asked. "I-... I remember running, but..." Alex trailed off.

Greg didn't speak to his son. He couldn't, not after what he'd been told. He picked up a paper from the passenger seat and gave it to Alex as he drove.

Alex stared at the paper for a moment, starting to read it aloud. "Alexander J. Grant, this is a notice of immediate expulsion from the Nebraska state. You have until 11:59 on September 3rd, 2009 to leave the state. If you are not out of the local area by that time, authorities will escort you out. Penalty for returning is death." He stared at the letter, feeling tears well up in his eyes. He was being kicked out of the state? He couldn't return? What the fuck kind of punishment was this? He'd never heard of someone being kicked out of a state. A house maybe, but never a state, not even a neighborhood. This was new. "Dad?" Alex tried again.

"Yes?" Greg finally responded, sounding choked up.

"Are you... coming with?" Alex couldn't think of anything else at the moment.

"No." Greg answered after a moment of silence. The rest of the car ride went silently, aside from occasional sniffles from Alex's father. Alex was too stunned to do anything. His mind was a hive of activity. What would he do? Where could he go? What about Brandon? He dug his phone out of his pocket, but only stared at it. He didn't have the heart to make the call.