CURTIS' SHIFT

Curtis watched as his father scampered his way towards the opposite direction in a haste. What was going on? It seemed to him that his pack was under attack. He wanted to see what was going on so strongly, wanted to join in the fight if there was an attack going on, but he knew he couldn't. 

His shift was very near. He was already finding it hard to bend a bit, as pain assailed his shoulder blades and waist if he tried. But then, he thought that if he couldn't see what was going on, he would have to employ the services of his elder sister. He wondered where she was now.

When his father had introduced him in the party to the party poopers whom he had thought had been overdressed for a common birthday party, he had heard his sister call onto him through the pack link. But for some reason, unknown to him, he hadn't reply. The anger he had been feeling at his father's lack of concern for his children, had crippled his tongue. He had wanted