smile.

                                                                                                                                    
3 years later

Three years had passed since that fateful day. Since then, Ashley was no longer an excited, seven year old girl, she had become a calmer, but still happy, ten year old girl. Her love for hybrid remained full and constant. Although, her father never even liked the long banged wolf/dog. His eyes filled with mistrust burned into the fur of Michigan. Every. Single. Day. Her father absolutely loathed Ashley’s wolf/dog for the simple reason that wolf’s blood poured through Michigan’s veins. The hybrid learned to ignore and deal with the father’s hatred, he just kept his thoughts focused on Ashley. She loved him and trusted him. That’s all he needed to know.

 “Good morning, Kiro.” Ashley said, before a yawn escaped from her.

Michigan lifted his head and stretched. In response, he howled on low note, which was his way to say “Good morning”. He strolled up to the girl and placed his forepaws on her bed. The long banged hybrid licked her face vigorously.
 
“Hey stop that, it tickles!” Ashley laughed as she pushed her beloved pet away from her face playfully.

 
“C’mon boy let’s go have breakfast.” Ashley said. She pushed her blankets off herself, swung her legs out of bed and walked into the kitchen, drowsily.

 Attentively, Michigan followed her. His stomach growled in demand for food. As if she had heard his stomach’s declaration, she poured some food into a bowl on the ground. Then, she went to serve herself some breakfast. The hybrid ravenously devoured every piece of food in his bowl.

 “Wow, you were really hungry!” Ashley said with a warm smile as she poured some cereal in her own bowl.

 Michigan trotted up to her and licked her one of her hands happily. As he was licking her hand, the wolf/dog swerved his ears backwards. He heard heavy footsteps coming toward the kitchen. Her father had awaken.

 “Good morning Ashley.” Her father greeted warmly. His gaze changed drastically when he spotted Michigan. He gave him a cold. The hybrid shifted his eyes away from the man, and turned his attention back to Ashley.

 “Good morning Dad...Do you always have to be so bitter to Kiro? He hasn’t done anything wrong, he has given us three years of loyalty to and nothing less.” Ashley said with a desperate look in her eyes.

  “He’s unpredictable. He could lose it any second! That wolf/dog, can’t be trusted! He has wolf’s blood.” Her father protested starring at me with a harsh, hateful look in his eyes. And a flicker of fear? The hybrid shook his head; it couldn’t be fear.
 “His name isn’t wolf/dog. His name is Kiro! And he can be trusted. He isn’t unpredictable and he won’t lose his mind. Kiro is one of my best friends and none of my friends would ever hurt me.” Ashley retorted stubbornly.

 “You will regret having taken that wolf/dog home; I know you will.” He warned before turning around to prepare his own breakfast.

 Ashley rolled her eyes at her father and looked down at the hybrid with a warm smile. She scratched his head lovingly. He closed his eyes and let out a whine of happiness. His tail wagged softly.
 
“I know you would never hurt me or anyone else.” Ashley whispered to the wolf/dog.

 Michigan wasn’t surprised that his girl defended him. She loved him with all her heart and would never let anyone hurt him, as like he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. The long banged wolf/dog lied down under the dinner table, waiting for Ashley to finish her breakfast. It only took her a few minutes.

 “Dad can you walk Kiro to the grocery store with you? I can’t walk him today because Gramma is going to teach me how to knit!” Ashley exclaimed excitedly though, there was a hint of pleading in her voice.

 “Hmm…Ok, but, I don’t like doing that. I won’t do it all the time…” Her father grumbled as he shot me a cold-hearted glance.

 

“Thanks Dad, maybe it may help you get along with Kiro a lil’ better! She’ll be here soon to walk me to her house, I should go get dressed.” Ashley giggled, as she left the kitchen to go to her room.

 “Well let’s get this over with, come on wolf/dog.” He mumbled in a grumpy tone, as he got up to get the rope that was used as a leash.
 
“Bye Dad, bye Kiro.” Ashley said, rolling her eyes at her father, as she closed the door to her room.

 Ashley’s father and Michigan arrived shortly at the grocery store. Perhaps it would give us a chance to get along, thought the hybrid hopefully.
 
“Ok wolf/dog, I’ll tie you up right here outside the store. Where I can see you...” He said, narrowing his eyes at the long banged hybrid.

 Michigan lied down, and waited for Ashley’s father to return back from the store. Not too far away, the hybrid spotted two teenagers. They seemed to be coming towards the hybrid. He rose to his paws and wagged his tail, guessing they might want to say pet him. They seemed happy to see the wolf/dog. However, there was an odd, strong, scent coming from them.

 “Hey look at the dog! Good morning…” One of them mumbled, his words were practically tumbling from his tongue. The young man staggered closer to me.

 

The wary hybrid took a step back. These boys seemed strangely clumsy and dazed.

“Lez play whack-a-mole, dog…You can be the—*hick*…Mole.” The second one rambled as he as well stepped even closer to Michigan.

 Confused, the hybrid began to panic. He couldn’t even begin to comprehend what the young men wanted from him. However, he knew for sure it couldn’t be anything pleasant. Still, the hybrid remained calm and did not growl. The last thing the wolf/dog wanted was to provoke them.

One of the boys had picked up long piece wood from the snow. Michigan shifted his gaze over to the second young man, nervously. Suddenly, before, he could even dodge; the piece of wood met the wolf/dog’s shoulder. Michigan began to bark and growl at them warningly. The young men laughed and started to kick snow at him. The wood was then thrown at the long banged hybrid’s chest. They saw that the wolf/dog was tied to a post, therefore unable to attack them. Or so they thought.

 The barks of the enraged hybrid began grow louder furiously. How dare they attack me without reason, thought Michigan. The wolf/dog tugged and pulled, his collar was chocking him, he was breathless, but he hardly noticed. Snap. The very thing that was holding back the sheer rage and fury of the hybrid broke. All the hell and fury of Michigan’s wolf blood broke loose. The wolf/dog flung himself onto one of the young men’s chests. The other one, ran away, what a coward, thought Michigan.
The long banged wolf/dog sank his fangs in the teenager’s shoulder. Michigan’s mind reeled at the taste of blood. Blood, he thought, blood. The young man screamed in pain, and struggled on the icy ground, then, somehow managed to tear the crazed hybrid off.  That didn’t stop Michigan, he was out of his mind and thirsty for blood. He lunged for the human again. Success. The hybrid bit down on his arm this time and began to rip at the teen’s flesh. Blood was spattered on the cheeks and muzzle of the wolf/dog. It trickled down to his chest mingling itself with the canid’s own blood.

After a few moments, which seemed like forever for Michigan, he let go of the young man’s now mangled arm, and sprang at his throat. The hybrid indulged himself mercilessly in the blood of the neck of his enemy. The teenager’s body soon went limb and the struggles ceased completely. His breath was heavy and choppy, and the hybrid stepped off of the teen’s body. Michigan licked his canines clean of the blood.

Shaking, he sat down and cocked his head to the right and starred at what the destruction he had made. The wolf/dog wasn’t ashamed nor proud. His confused thoughts were interrupted abruptly. A large, familiar hand was suddenly gripping his neck firmly.

“I knew you were vicious!” It was Ashley’s father, drops of spit bulleted out of his mouth as he spoke.

Michigan’s heart turned to stone at her father’s words. He had been right the whole time. He had done something horrible, and vicious.

 

The father’s face was red and his icy-blue eyes blazed with fury anger. He starred at the deceased young man, though, still gripping the wolf/dog’s scruff tightly.

Michigan knew her father would never believe that hybrid had been attacked and provoked. Although, Ashley would, he just knew she would.

The furious man dragged the long banged wolf/dog home as the town’s people began to emerge outside of their homes to see what the fuss was all about. Some of them cried, some of them ran off screaming in terror and the rest starred at me in amazement, laced with anger.

One was bold enough to shout, “Hey, Mr. Shanik, you better deal with that monster of yours! Look at what he’s done!”

When the two had arrived home, Mr. Shanik didn’t bring the hybrid inside the house. He brought him to the backyard and kicked him in an old tool shed. Michigan whined to be let out, but, hoping Ashley may hear his pleas. The wolf/dog guessed that Mr. Shanik was going to fetch Ashley.

The hybrid shuddered. He could smell the blood all over himself. He began to lick himself clean of the blood. That day, Michigan had realized that truly, and honestly enjoyed the

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