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just a little sorry for himself.
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
    A strange noise woke Kendra. She wasn’t sure what it was. It sounded like a grunt of pain. Looking up, she stared out through the glass partition and gagged as she saw a man sneak up behind one of the guards and slit his throat.
    She screamed, but it came out funny, sounding like a dog in pain. It was then that she remembered she was a dog now.
    Why can’t I wake up from this dream?
    Whatever reason she could think up, didn’t make her feel better. This was starting to feel all too real. Don’t be ridiculous, Kendra. People can’t turn into dogs. It’s not possible.
    She watched as a man moved from behind one of the computer terminals. Unless it was an optical illusion, the man was tall. Very tall.
    His dark hair was cut short in a military style. He wore a uniform of sorts. They all did, but something told Kendra that none of them were in the military. The uniforms were black, not green, and somehow, she just didn’t see military personnel running about the American desert killing people as though they had no rights. They were the ones who were supposed to protect a citizen’s rights, weren’t they?
    It appeared as though the man she watched was the one in charge of the men running through the outer room. Though the others ran about killing or knocking people out indiscriminately, it appeared as though he directed them.
    She wasn’t certain why he drew her attention, other than he was one of the hottest men she had ever seen. Now that figures. After everything you’ve been through in this crazy dream, you would be attracted to the man who came in here in charge of a bunch of killers.
    Kendra followed his progress as he slowly but surely made his way toward her cell. He was coming for her. With her intestines in knots, she crouched low in an effort to remain unseen.
    Just as she was certain the man was about to leave, thinking the cell was empty, a shaft of pain tore through her. She squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered.
    “There you are,” the gorgeous man said with a triumphant smile. He turned around, grabbed one of the lab workers who, amazingly enough, was still alive and pushed him toward the door. “Open it.”
    The lab tech swallowed visibly and nodded. “Just don’t kill me.”
    “Then don’t give me a reason to,” the other man said with a low growl.
    The man reached into the pocket of his lab coat and pulled out a key card. Swiping it in the electronic lock, he punched in a six digit code and the door whooshed open.
    Another wave of pain hit as he walked into the room and quickly made his way to the bed. “Don’t fight it. Reach for it,” he said as he sat next to her despite her mixture of pain-filled whimpers and growls.
    She snapped at him and he grabbed her snout. “I can see why you would be on the defensive. If I saw people running around killing the people who kidnapped me, I might wonder if they were there to harm me.” He smiled down into her eyes. “I might also wonder if they were there to help me.”
    He stared down at her with eyes so gray they almost looked sliver. “Now listen to me. I know it sounds impossible, but the crazy man who kidnapped you has given you an injection that has turned you into a shape shifter.”
    Yeah, right. She whimpered when another shaft of pain shot through her, burning her from the inside out. What was it with these strange mercenary types telling her to embrace the pain , for crying out loud?
    “I know what I’m talking about. I grew up with it. The more you fight it, the more it hurts.” He stroked her head, rubbing her behind the ears.
    Kendra didn’t want to think about how good that felt. She wanted to growl at the man. She hated her ears played with and she would have proved it, if only he wasn’t still holding her snout closed with one hand.
    Good grief, you dork. You have a mouth, not a snout. What was she thinking? She couldn’t really be buying into the