Zack Willow
"What's wrong?" Kristen asked, pushing herself up to her feet.
He paced for a second, thinking. He stopped and looked at Kristen. "Pack your stuff, we have to leave," he mumbled and walked over to the closet. He pulled out a book bag and immediately started throwing clothes into his bag.
"Zack what's going on?"
"Kristen just get your stuff!" He yelled and ran over to the window. Just as he had suspected, outside there were ten people, dressed in black clothes, approaching the house. A low growl rolled out of his throat, just before he turned to Kristen. He leaned down and gripped her shoulders, reassuringly. "Kristen, I need you to take these bags and go out the back door-"
"Zack..no please don't leave me."
"Kristen you can do this....I need you to do this." He mumbled and handed her his bag. "I want you to run as far into the woods as possible. As soon as I sort this out I will trace your scent," he stated and started leading her out the door. He quickly walked down the stairs and pushed Kristen toward the back door. As soon as he was sure Kristen was out and safe, her turned towards the front door. He could hear the humans picking the lock. He snarled and collapsed onto his hands and knees. He rolled his shoulders back sending loud cracks echoing through the house. He screamed, his teeth becoming canine's, his skin becoming fur, and his scream becoming a snarl. He planted his paws and watched the humans file into the room.
Zack looked around, searching for a way out. He snarled and snapped at one of the humans. He backed up slowly, watching all of them carefully. He couldn't fight all of them, and he was pretty sure that all of them had guns. He turned on her hind leg and bolted out the back door. My paws squished against the soft ground as I sprinted after the scent of my sister. Panic filled my body, causing me to loose focus, causing me to mix up scents. He skidded to a hault as a tiger crossed his path. He turned his head to the side and watched it run through the woods. His tail swung slightly as he followed at a slow trot.