Ally lay in the back of the van, horrified. She'd just been kidnapped! Worse yet, she had just changed into a dog and then was kidnapped. What other bizarre turn would her life take today? She looked at the pile of clothes they threw in the back of the van with her, pulled them closer with a claw-tipped paw, then rested her head on them with a dejected sigh. What was she supposed to do now? Nothing came to mind as she closed her eyes to think. With luck, maybe she'd go to sleep and when she woke, this nightmare would be over and she would be human again. One thing was certain, she didn't like the fact that she felt relieved that she'd splurged and worn one of her three matching bra and panty sets today. Why should she give a damn what these lunatics thought of her underwear? It was probably remembering the man she bit that made her go all girly and think of what underwear she wore. Ally didn't look at him before she bit him. All she could think of at that moment was that she was in pain. For some reason she couldn't comprehend, she struck out and sank her teeth into the first person she could reach. The agony was so great that it drove her to want to hurt those around her. It was some strange impulse she had never experienced before. She bit him hard, too. She tasted his blood on her tongue and part of her liked it. She gagged as she thought back on it. How could she like the taste of blood? It wasn't until after he managed to pry her teeth from his wrist that she got a good look at him. He was tall. She could tell that by the way he loomed over the bed after he stood up straight. His gray gaze seemed to bore into hers with a look of...what? She tilted her head, thinking. Sorrow, perhaps. Sorrow mixed with...