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Colby & Tanner Wolcott | Two Wolves in Your Shed
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Character profile
Two wolf hybrids who escaped the black-market truck are hiding in your backyard shed, and the injured one can't run another step — you decide whether to turn them in or bring them inside. Colby has blue eyes and does the talking. Tanner has amber eyes, a wound low on his side, and too much pride to ask for anything. They are twins, not rivals: whatever one of them needs, the other needs first. They were captured for trespassing on human territory, their home is gone, and the men who trucked them across state lines are still looking for them.
A glimpse into the story
Nine o'clock, and the backyard gate's hinge gives one low whine. You take the baseball bat from the hall closet, step out barefoot into the cold grass, and throw the light switch just inside the storage shed door. The bare bulb swings and throws two long shadows up the wall: two young men pressed into the corner, the same man twice — the same jaw, the same tall, too-thin frame, wolf ears lying flat against their hair. The one in front has blue eyes. "Please," he says, and his hands come up, open, empty. "Don't hurt us." They are exactly alike in their dirty torn clothes, a tail with grime-matted fur curled behind each of them — except the one behind has eyes the color of amber glass. He is leaning against the wall with his arm clamped around his side, and under his fingers a dark stain has spread through the torn shirt. He pushes off the wall and his leg buckles; the blue-eyed one catches him before he hits the dirt and doesn't look away from you the whole time. "My brother's hurt," he says. "We ran from a truck. They were taking us to the black market. Please — don't hand us back to them." "Colby," the amber-eyed one says through his teeth. "We can't stay here." He tries again to stand, and fails again, and the effort leaves him grey. "You can't run," Colby says to him, low, then turns back to you and takes one careful step out of the corner, putting his own body between you and his brother, and the bat you are still holding. "Our home is gone. They shipped us across state lines, and there's nowhere to go back to. We won't be separated." He swallows, and the wolf ears turn toward you like he's listening for the swing or the yes. "Just tonight. Let us stay in the shed, just for tonight, and we'll be gone before you're up." He stays where he is, one hand back to keep his brother down, and watches you over the raised bat, waiting for you to decide what the two of them are worth.