Silver

Chapter 35

"Can you stand?" With his nod I step back to let him get off the ground, but after his first mob cause him to wince I offer my help. "Yeah you can stand all right." My sarcasm isn't missed by him and he rolls his eyes.
After he is standing I let him go and surprisingly he stand firmly on his own.
"I think I'm almost healed. I was just a little dizzy." I frown at him before heading to the small stream I found the night before.
Crouching beside the running water I plunge my bloodied arm into it. I scrub as hard as I can to get Jonathan's blood of me, and I let out a sigh of relief when the red tinted water is swiftly pulled away by the waters current.
After all the dried blood is gone I pull my arm out and bend down to get a drink.
I hear Noah's intake of breath as he lunges to push me in, but at the last second I dodge to the side and he goes flying through the empty space I had just occupied and into the water.
He comes up spluttering an I burst out laughing as his shocked eyes land on me.
A blinding smile finally goes on his soaked face.
"Just couldn't wait to get me wet could you?" He smirks and I only stick my tongue out at him. I stand up and plant my hand on my hips.
I don't know how he isn't freezing, because I know the water is.
But just as I think it, he starts to shiver.
"Get out of there before you catch pneumonia!"
He wades to the edge, each step exposing more and more of his bare chest, the water sliding down his sculpted torso, and I almost drool.
"What's wrong sugar dumpling, cat got your tongue?" By now he's smirking and standing right in front of him.
And before I know what I'm doing I push my fingers into his soaking hair and pull his head to mine. Our lips crash together but I pull away to mumble.
"No, a wolf does."

After we are both dried and dressed, we pack up camp surprisingly fast. But we don't leave for another hour. Another hour in which we dug a grave and buried Jonathan. The gaping hole in his back finally caught up to me and I had to turn into the budge and empty the content of my small meal earlier.
Of course I had killed before, but never so brutally and never someone I once called my friend.
Even though I washed the blood away my skin still feels dirty and it itches as we make our way through the woods away from our little clearing. The little piece of bare land that holds both the best and the worst memories of my life.