part 5

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I walk through my room. Scott hasn't come home yet. What if something happened. Suddenly I hear the front door. I run downstairs and hug Scott. 

Y/n: You okay?

Scott: Not really. 

He pulls up his shirt. There is a big wound covered with a plaster. 

Y/n: Holy shit! 

Scott: That isn't it yet. It was wolf. It bit me. 

Y/n: A wolf? Can I see it?

He takes off the plaster and there's a disgusting looking bite. That wasn't a normal wolf. It was a werewolf. 

Scott: What?

Y/n: Keep me posted!

I run upstairs. Aunt Melissa is on night shift so we're home alone. I stand in front of the big mirror and pull up the edge of my shirt. I stroke with my finger over my waist. Over the already healed bite. I still remember it. It nearly killed me. I lost too much blood. My mom freaked out when she saw me and called the ambulance immediately. I was there for two weeks. The memories of it still scare me a bit. I let fall down my shirt and go to Scott's room. I knock at the door. 

Scott: Yes?

I go inside. 

Scott: You alright?

I look down. 

Scott: Is it school? Don't worry, I'll be there too! I'll protect you! 

Y/n: I don't need a protector, Scotty! 

He smiles and hugs me.

Scott: Now go to bed! It's late! 

Y/n: Okay, DAD! 

Scott: Oh shut up! 

We laugh and I go back into my room and go to bed.

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Scott and I leave the house. He takes his bike. 

Y/n: I'll walk! 

Scott: Really?

I nod and he drives away. I look around and check if there's no one around. I start running real fast. Suddenly someone grabs my throat and pushes me against a tree. He pulls me up and I grab his wrists. His claws ram into my skin. I try to breath but it's impossible. His eyes glow red. 

???: What is an other Alpha doing here?

Y/n: W-wh-who a-a-ar-are y-y-yo-you?

???: Doesn't matter! 

He presses his claws deeper into me. In my mind it starts beeping and I start feeling dizzy. My view starts blurring and keeping my eyes open, is very exhausting. I can't keep up my hands so they let go of the man's wrists. My eyes slowly close and I feel my head hitting the ground hard. 


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