I posted
a story
here a while ago that I had written for a friend. While this is not a direct continuation, all the usual players are there
Enjoy

Ben peered in to the bush.
“It’s ok, you can come out,” he encouraged, holding out the chunk of pb&j sandwich.
A reddish snout poked its way out, sniffed cautiously, then sneezed. Ben pulled back.
“Not a fan of pb&j?” Ben frowned.
He crawled back to where he had left his backpack and Rummaged around until he finally came up with a package of beef jerky.
This time the snout came out quickly and snapped the meat from Ben’s fingers. He winced as the sharp fangs grazed him. The second piece he held further away from the bush; forcing the animal to come out further. Slowly, warily, it slunk forward, until it crouched just in front of the bush; eyes focused on the meat, ears alert and twitching, its body tensed to flee. Ben stared at the little creature.
He knew it must be a stray dog, but he had never seen its breed before. It had the pricked ears and wolf-like snout of a husky. Its paws were huge; its tail bushy and straight, and its coarse thick fur was a beautiful shade of reddish brown. The black nose twitched.
“It’s ok boy, you …”
The little dog sneezed.
“Girl?” Ben amended. “It’s ok girl, I won’t hurt you.”
The little dog slunk forward; body hunched, tail down, ears back. When she reached Ben, she stopped and waited. Ben kept perfectly still and held out the jerky. He really hoped she wouldn’t try to take his hand off, but she seemed more scared than vicious. Tentatively she took an edge of meat between her teeth and tugged. Ben let her have it.
“You must be lost,” Ben reasoned. “I can’t imagine someone would leave a poor little pup all by itself on purpose; especially one as pretty as you.”
The puppy had allowed Ben to feed her a few more beef jerky strips before stretching out beside him. She was about two feet away, but Ben thought she was starting to trust him; a sure sign in his mind that she was a stray dog and not a wild animal. Her ears still twitched though.
“Mom never let me have a dog,” Ben sighed. “She says they’re too expensive.”
Then he perked up.
“But I bet she’d let me keep you. I wouldn’t have to pay anything for you girl.”
The boy reached out tentatively for the pup and waited. She sniffed his hand cautiously, but made no move to run away. Slowly Ben crawled closer, until he was right next to the pup. Then he picked her up. She looked curiously at him, but did not wriggle away. Encouraged, Ben picked up his backpack and headed back toward his camp.
“But Mom, she’s all alone with no one to take care of her, and look how cute she is.”
“Benjamin you don’t know where that dog has been or even if she already belongs to someone.”
Mother and son stood just outside of their tent; Ben still holding the puppy, his mother looking at him sternly with her hands on her hips.
“Well we can’t give her back until we know whose she is,” Ben argued. “Can’t we at least keep her until then? She likes me mom, and we’re in the middle of nowhere. She could get eaten.”
In spite of herself, Ben’s mom laughed.
“I don’t think anything in these woods is big enough to eat a dog; even a puppy.”
“What about bears?”
“There are no bears here.” Then the woman sighed. “Alright Ben, if your father says it’s ok, we can keep her.”
Ben had set the puppy on her generous paws and was nearly airborne in order to give his mother a grateful hug, when she stopped him.
“Just until we go home. Then we’re putting up fliers.”
But Ben’s father—his stepfather to be exact—had other ideas. He screamed something about big paws and a wolf and getting his rifle, but the little creature was long gone by then.
She was a wolf cub of course, but there had been no need to tell anyone that. Besides, that beef jerky had been delicious. Now she just had to get as far away from the yelling man with his big gun as possible. The little cub didn’t even see the car as she ran out on to the middle of the highway.
Hugh slammed on his breaks and swore. He wasn’t sure what he had almost hit, or whether or not he had actually hit it, but he felt he ought to check if it were still alive. The little creature stared up at him with frightened gray eyes. He wasn’t in the habit of collecting stray dogs, but he could probably find some kind of animal hospital for this one.
He picked up the little shaking thing and deposited it in the back seat of his car. The second time he slammed on his breaks had Nothing to do with anything outside his car and everything to do with what was now inside it. He whipped out his phone.
“Hugh?” answered a sleepy Taylor. “What’s …?”
“You’ll never believe what I’ve got in my car,” Hugh said.
“No, You’re probably right. Tell me.”
“Your werewolf niece.”
There was a pause.
“Dale? Is she alright?”
“I’m not sure. She was a wolf when I almost ran her over, and now she’s changed back.” Hugh’s tone was exasperated.
“It’s not full moon yet; she shouldn’t be changing,” Taylor reasoned.
“Well, apparently she can now change whenever she likes.”
“Scott and Wendy must be frantic. Bring her over to my place; I’ll take care of her.”
Hugh hesitated; his eyes looking everywhere but the back seat.
“There’s a problem.”
“Which is?”
“I’m a bit far from your house right now.”
“So just drive here. She’ll be ok in the car.”
“That’s not the problem.”
Taylor’s tone became impatient.
“Hugh.”
“When she changed back she had no clothes on; do you know how that could look if I got stopped?”
Taylor was silent for a beat, then,
“Did you cover her?”
“I threw my coat over her.”
“Alright. Just pull over somewhere and let me know where you are; I’ll be right there.”
When Hugh spotted Taylor’s car, He straightened from the door where he had been leaning to get some fresh air and came toward her.
“I called Scott and Wendy and told them I had her and that she was fine,” Taylor said in a rush. “I can’t imagine what could’ve happened if you hadn’t been the one to find her. How is she? Is she ok?”
The two peered in to the back seat of Hugh’s car. The only signs of anyone having been there were the few red hairs sticking in a small patch of blood. Even the jacket was gone. Taylor turned white; Hugh swore.

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