Ally lay in the back of the van, horrified. She'd just been kidnapped! Worse yet, she had just changed into a dog and then was kidnapped. What other bizarre turn would her life take today?
She looked at the pile of clothes they threw in the back of the van with her, pulled them closer with a claw-tipped paw, then rested her head on them with a dejected sigh. What was she supposed to do now? Nothing came to mind as she closed her eyes to think. With luck, maybe she'd go to sleep and when she woke, this nightmare would be over and she would be human again.
One thing was certain, she didn't like the fact that she felt relieved that she'd splurged and worn one of her three matching bra and panty sets today. Why should she give a damn what these lunatics thought of her underwear?
It was probably remembering the man she bit that made her go all girly and think of what underwear she wore. Ally didn't look at him before she bit him. All she could think of at that moment was that she was in pain. For some reason she couldn't comprehend, she struck out and sank her teeth into the first person she could reach.
The agony was so great that it drove her to want to hurt those around her. It was some strange impulse she had never experienced before. She bit him hard, too. She tasted his blood on her tongue and part of her liked it. She gagged as she thought back on it. How could she like the taste of blood? It wasn't until after he managed to pry her teeth from his wrist that she got a good look at him.
He was tall. She could tell that by the way he loomed over the bed after he stood up straight. His gray gaze seemed to bore into hers with a look of ... what? She tilted her head, thinking. Sorrow, perhaps. Sorrow mixed with anger and a touch of something else that, for a split second, she'd hoped was attraction.
Ally had done little more than stare at the dark hair, before her gaze moved to his broad shoulders, wide chest and well-formed biceps that were clearly visible beneath the too-tight t-shirt he wore. Hell, she could even see his eight-pack beneath the stretched cotton. She knew it was eight because she counted every well-defined ridge with a yearning she wouldn't admit to out loud. His wide, muscular chest tapered down to a narrow waist just above an impressive bulge she didn't even want to think about.
It was then that she regained her senses. The man was nuts. They all were. Shape shifters didn't exist. There wasn't some vile serum out there to change people into animals either. She was dreaming. That was the only explanation that made sense. If she could just manage to go to sleep, she would wake up and find her alarm going off on her bedside table and she would get up and call in sick. One thing was sure. She wasn't going to work after this crazy dream.
Still, the strange gray eyes of the man she'd bitten haunted her. On a normal day, she would have thought those eyes beautiful, but not today. She shook her head. Nope. Today, those gray eyes meant imprisonment, perhaps death. They certainly meant kidnapper. She frowned--or was it dognapper? She was a dog now, after all. Whatever term she laid at his door, it certainly wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, built like a linebacker on steroids hottie either. Really it wasn't.
Ally sighed and watched the two in the front who remained silent. Every once in a while, the guy in the passenger seat would look back at her as though he expected her to disappear ... or do tricks. Well, he could just forget it. She wasn't rolling over for anyone. Ally supposed she could escape if she could just manage to get the door opened. How she would manage that without hands, though, was beyond her scope of understanding at the moment.
Too many things kept swimming around in the pudding she called a brain and not many of them had to do with thoughts of escape. In fact, most of them had to do with the man the others had called Kalen.
She thought back on his dark hair and tall, good looks wondering if she could stay attracted to a man like that in real life. She gave another sigh, deciding she could. The man was very well put together as well as handsome. It wasn't every day you ran into a man like that who wasn't on TV, or trying to make it there. Besides, he didn't even seem to notice he was good looking. That trait was even harder to find in a male. They usually thought they were God's gift to women even if they were bald with a potbelly and warts on their face.
Ally rested her head on her paws and groaned. Leave it to her to find herself attracted to a man who didn't exist. She knew he didn't. This was a nightmare after all. She just needed to find a way to wake herself up.
After what seemed like hours, the van slowed and they turned right and drew to a stop.
"You get the gas and I'll run in and get us some snacks," the passenger said to the driver. He turned back to Ally. "Stay here and I'll get you something to eat." He looked back at the other man. "I hope she likes hamburgers."
Ally sat still in the van for a few minutes before she picked up her clothes in her mouth and made her way to the front of the van.
The passenger side window was down! Ally didn't even think about it. She jumped, losing her jeans when a belt loop hooked on the door lock on the way out. The shout behind her spurred her on without them. At least she still had her t-shirt and underwear grasped tight in her teeth.
Besides, this was a dream. What did it matter if she didn't have clothes? She would wake up soon anyway, wouldn't she?
Everything would have been okay if it wouldn't have been for some little annoying voice in her head that kept asking, If you really believe this is a dream, why are you running?