Chan chuckled at the hybrid, moving his cigarette between his lips again. He took a long draw and flicked the thing out. There was no way he was moving to allow this<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">thing</span></span>make the boy her next meal.<br/><br/>He sneered as he heard her whisper to the boy, his keen hearing picking up what she said. It was one thing to kill the kid, but to use trickery to do it, well now that was just low even by his standards.<br/><br/>He laughed as she changed into her wolf form, the child on her back. He made a mock kid's voice.<span style="color: #FDF5E6">"Oh, look, a puppy!"</span>He snarled at her.<span style="color: #FDF5E6">"You're going to be put down like the mangy mutt you are, girl!"</span><br/><br/>With that he made his move, bum-rushing her from the front so she couldn't escape. He smelled the same scents she did headed their way. But if he could get around back he was sure he could rip the boy from her back and make it back to the car. Garland could peel out with the child and he'd deal with Lassie so the children could escape.<br/><br/>He knew she would fight back to keep her prey. He managed to land a few blows to her. Then he took her claws across the face. He wiped the blood from his cheek with the back of his hand. "Bitch!" He spat the word out just as he went back on the attack again. She wasn't going anywhere with that child, even if it meant his life!<br/><br/>All the while Garland sat in the driver's seat of Chan's hearse, breathing heavy. Where was he? What was taking so long? She looked at the time. She knew the plan. If he didn't come back she was to gun it and escape, save herself and move on to a better life.<br/><br/>But would she really be saving herself? Would she really be in a better life? Who would take care of her if something happened to Chan? Who would treat her like a person, like she mattered? No one. Everyone would treat her just like a sick little girl and feel sorry for her and take pity on her. But no one would want to adopt a sick child. No one would treat her as normal even if they did. That wouldn't be better. She'd lived like that her whole life when her parents were alive. If she had to live that way again she might as well have been dead herself.<br/><br/>She got out of the car and ran towards the direction she saw him go in.<span style="color: #7DF9FF">"Chan..."</span>Her voice came out as a whisper as her little heart pounded with fear. She had no idea what was waiting for her. She had no idea how to even begin to save Chan even if he was in trouble. All she knew was she had to try. She just hoped she wasn't too late.