"I can't see anything... i can't hear anything... am I dead?  Timber sat alone in the cool darkness of the prison cell. only the Alpha was allowed down here... only Dust was allowed down here.

" Hello, Pup." a voice in the darkness purred, " I never noticed how magnificent you look in moonlight."  Dust approached purring softly as he circled Timber.

" So beautiful. Who is to say that something so amazing and rare should not belong on the arm of an Alpha?"

" What the hell are you talking about? What do you want?"

" Mmmm, you'll see." Dust purred in delight. Timber shrieked as Dust came up behind him.  Timber was saved by a phone call.

" Ugh, WHAT?!"

" Sir, we've got a prisoner here you might want to see."

" Fine," He ended the call, " I'll be back for You later."

                                                                             ~ Later~

Dust had returned and Timber knew he was in for a world of trouble. A  sharp pain in his neck, and the world faded to black.