Here we go! A brand new character for my werewolf series! I hope you guys like it! I need to give these stories an overall title so I can give some type of connection between them all!

This particular chapter does not have the pack everyone's so fond of, but chapter two will!

Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

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Being a cop from Los Angeles meant no day was exactly like the other. There was nothing that I haven’t seen after being on the force for almost 10 years. I’ve seen home invasions, kidnappings, rapes and murders. Nothing was surprising to me after everything. A small part of me wanted to give up on humanity because I have seen nothing but the bad things.

I knew I was burnt out, but I had nothing left to turn to. I was an only child and my parents died 4 years ago. They had me via surrogate when they were both pushing 50. The only friends I had were the people that I worked with, so I had no reason to take a step back and get my head together.

I should have, looking back now, I know I should have. My life would have been drastically different.

I should’ve picked up a hobby. Joined a biker gang. Anything to avoid the drastic change that was going to force me to give up everything I knew.

My life changed because of city budget cuts. My department was supposed to help out with the more rural areas now because they had to cut funding.

Who would’ve known at a half a cent rise in taxes would save the life I knew? Would it have changed anyone’s mind if they knew that it would save me?

I was finishing up paperwork at my desk when I noticed my sergeant come out of his office and start scanning over the office, looking for someone.

I cowered a little lower. I had an odd feeling that he was looking for me.

I didn’t have to look over when I felt him coming over. “I need you to go look at something.”

I motioned to my piles of files. “What? I’m swamped as it is. I don’t need more paperwork.”

“I need you to take a look into this call.” He waved a file at me.

I had way too much paperwork to just go look into a call. “Send one of the new guys.”

“You’re the one who wants a promotion to detective.” I had wanted a promotion for a long time. I wanted to be the reason bad guys got put away. “This is a good starting point.”

I sighed and leaned back against my chair. “What is it?” I gave in.

I heard snickering of one of the rookies a couple desks down. I picked up a stress ball and threw it right at his head. It hit because he hadn’t been looking. I’d get better pay back tomorrow. It was easy to make rookies do stupid things just because they didn’t know how things work yet.

“It’s a report of a child screaming for help.”

Great, someone just left a child screaming for help. My hope for humanity sunk a little bit more.

“And the caller couldn’t help the kid?”

“They just heard it in the park, along with some animal noises, so the kids probably with its dog. Just make sure you get a rabies shot.” He teased and dropped the file on my desk. “Put on a coat. It’s cold out.”

I groaned and picked up the file. “Fine.” I muttered and got up. I’d take home some of this mountain of paperwork and get it done there. I had nothing to do anyway.

He smiled. “It’s in Griffith Park. You need to go check into the claims.”

I groaned, “There’s no one who can go out there who’s already on patrol?”

He shook his head, “It’s a very busy night.”

It was true. Calls had been coming in like crazy and everyone on patrol was looking into something, somewhere. We couldn’t afford to lose funding. Not now.

So I drove out to the park. It wasn’t very far, but it definitely was out of my way.

I was almost to the observatory turn off when I saw it. Off the road was a spot where the vegetation sunk in, creating a void. It was a sign of disturbance, that’s probably where I’d find the poor kid. I hoped, even prayed that the kid was going to be huddled up in a ball, crying because it’s lost.

In the pit of my stomach, I knew it wasn’t going to be good news. I didn’t want to continue on, but it was my job.

When I got there, I was sickened.

It was a child alright. His poor body was battered and beaten like nothing I’ve ever seen before. There was blood all over the place. You couldn’t get within 20 feet of the body without contaminating the evidence. I knew I couldn’t get any closer.

There were lacerations all over the kid’s arms. It looked like the kid had been attacked by a wild animal.

I didn’t need to check for a pulse. His throat being torn out was a very good indication that this child wasn’t alive anymore.

I called it in and waited for backup. I felt my paperwork double now. I’d have to wait here until everything was released and the CSI’s and ME were content because I was first on scene.

I searched around the area in case someone was waiting out there. The lights on a cop car travel very far.

I heard a growling that could easily belong to a dog. The report did mention that the child could have a dog. There could be evidence in its teeth since dogs are very loyal companions. Plus, we didn’t have very many wild animals out here.

Maybe this dog had tried to fend off the boy’s attacker.

I got out of the cruiser and whistled. All dogs tend to come to whistles. I used my flashlight to search the area. I couldn’t see a dog, anywhere.

I didn’t even see any paw prints in the dirt.

Then I heard it again on the opposite side of the body. I looked over with the flashlight again, but could only see the reflective eyes.

“Come here boy.” I whistled again.

This dog really didn’t trust anyone else but this kid. The dog growled at me again.

He obviously thought I was a threat to the kid. This was a good way to get bitten. So I un-holstered my gun and turned the safety off. I wasn’t going to get rabies because of some crazy dog.

I tried luring the body out with whistles and kind words, but nothing. The dog retreated again.

“Great job Alexia.” I muttered to myself. “Can’t even get a damn dog to come to you, how are you ever going to get a guy?”

I hadn’t had a boyfriend in a long time. The last one I had was my partner. But a year ago our relationship became everyone’s news. Internal Affairs decided that we couldn’t be partners anymore because it affected our job.

So once he got transferred to another city 12 hours driving away, he decided that we shouldn’t be together anymore. A long distance relationship wasn’t going to work.

Too bad he called me when my plane had just landed. I was going to surprise him, but that turned around and bit my ass. While I was there, I played detective. I found out that he’d knocked some girl up his first week at his new job. She often visited him at work, bringing him lunch and cookies for the department.

Go figure that the man I thought I loved turned into a complete jackass.

Another growl, closer this time, brought me back.

I whipped my gun and flashlight over to see the hugest freaking dog I had ever seen. It had the markings of a Husky and the size of a Great Dane. It was baring its teeth at me and was ready to attack. I couldn’t help but think the bullets weren’t going to do much good against this gigantic dog.

When it lunged at me, I shot at it and I jumped out of its way. It barely missed me, but that probably had something to go with the bullets slowing it down.

It landed then turned quickly and leapt again. This dog was extremely agile and incredibly fast. I never thought something so big could be so fast. The dog saw me as a threat to this kid.

I emptied my gun into the dog and it kept coming. I knew I needed to get to my car, where I could shut the door and wait it out. There was no way this dog was going to figure out how to open a door. Plus I had a couple shot guns in the center console.

When I was out of bullets, the dog turned into a wild animal. It was like it knew that I was shit out of luck. I leapt, knocking me to the ground, pinning me there. I felt its sharp claws digging into my skin.

I reached for my ankle strap. I had my backup strapped there.

I pointed the .38 Revolver right at its tender belly and shot twice. It would hit the important stuff.

The dog jumped right off of me and quickly got away from me. It didn’t want to take another hit like that.

But oddly, the dog didn’t go far. I had 4 shots left. I needed to make sure this dog was dead.

When it got close, I’d shoot. I hit the damn dog with every bullet in the gun. When I was out of ammo, I knew I was out of luck.

When it came down to bite me, I put my arms out in front of me defensively. The dog bit into me, I felt my bones shatter when it shook its head violently with my arms still in its mouth.

When the dog circled me, I had a chilling thought. Maybe that child had been running from this dog in terror. Maybe this dog had hunted down and killed that child and was planning on doing the same to me.

Was this animal protecting its kill?

Was this dog even a freaking dog?

Did I see delight in the animal’s eyes as it circled me?

The animal would nip at me, breaking skin before dashing away from me. It was playing with me like a cat plays with a mouse. The poor thing knew it was going to die, but still held on to the hope that maybe it was going to escape.

The animal bit into my leg when I kicked at it. When I tried to pull away, it bit into my leg more, anchoring me there. If this animal was going to try to kill me, I wasn’t going to make it easy.

The animal bit into my thigh and ripped out flesh. It didn’t toss away the chunk of meat. It swallowed the chunk of my thigh whole.

I felt bile rise in my throat. This thing attacking me was planning on eating me when it was done playing with me first.

I would’ve preferred that the animal broke my bones. Now I was going to bleed out.

My eyes grew heavier. I was losing too much blood. He probably ripped out an artery when he tore flesh from bone. The animal stood over me like it was proud of its kill, like it knew it had killed me; it just had to wait for me to give up.

I was conscious enough saw the animal lean down, probably planning on ripping out my throat. But then shots rang out. It sounded like thousands of shots.

I was delirious. This must be what it’s like when you know you’re going to die. You start seeing and hearing things.

My delusion was a rescue. I saw hundreds of cruisers and lights here to save the day.

Then I passed out.