Flazthewolf

"Why am I always in the backseat?" I asked sitting up from my nap fixing the fur on my head even though it was going to be covered by my hood. I pulled the hood over my ears poking them through the ear holes I had cut out when I bought it from the human store. I remembered when I used to live like that. A common man, scratch that, a common Shanghai. I sat up in the backseat of the impressive GMC SUV, tinted windows with iron bars on the windows to keep any would-be man-eater from reaching in for a quick snack like a bust open vending machine. "Why do you always get in the backseat?" Krystal asked sarcastically. "Good point." I said laying b