Help from the OtherSide

17. Repercussions

The lower ranked werewolves scampered about bringing the wrestlers fresh clothes. The chaos and spirit had died. Everyone had uneasiness written on their faces seeing their second-in-command on the ground whimpering. I challenged him to wrestle not fight till death. Or in his case, till dignity is lost.

What are the criteria to fulfil for one to be second in command? Clearly he's stronger than nobody here. 

The identical buzzcuts helped him stand. And then our eyes met.

 Pure hatred swam in those beady little things he fixed on me. Leopard print's face twisted into fury before releasing an animal like growl. He violently shrugged off his helpers who were steading him and charged straight at me.

Doesn't seem very hurt to me.

 Three years as the Football Captain of my university helped me today. I sprinted away from Yumiko in a second, in case this knucklehead hurt her in the process; and ran in zig-zag pattern around the circle of people who were in shock spectating our game of tag. 

Difference is, in this game if you're it, you're it  for life.

Leopard print shoved aside everyone who was in his way, eager to catch up to me as I weaved through people desperate to slow him down. The humans I was familiar with frantically yelled my name, but now was not the time to roll call. This man chasing me didn't seem to get tired, out of breath or even slow down for a second. Seeing no option:

I ran into oblivion. 

Away from the bonfire and campers, I raced through dense trees that I once admired;  barely being able to watch my steps in dark estimating around ten o'clock in the real world. 

He was still hot on my heels; occasionally threatening and cussing words that I'm not allowed to mention.

Multi-tasking at it's finest.

"You weak little prick!" He roared and boosted himself, now dangerously close to me. I figured if these were my last moments, might as well die  in front of Team. Hoping they will avenge my death.

Unless they brush it under the carpet and save their own skin.

 I swerved taking a U-turn around a tree making him stagger a little in his path. The fire pit came into view and with the remaining energy I accelerated towards the camp. 

The wolves stood wide eyed watching our never ending game of Tag. Dora simply crossed her arms and leaned against a tree amused. 

My friends were heatedly discussing something amongst themselves when Amelia pointed at me running towards them from the forest. I ran past them and dove for my bag. 

Breaking the zip open I pulled out the box that Frioren had given. He said I would know the right time to use it. And now seems like it. 

I grabbed the box and ran a little distance away from the campfire where Knucklehead finally slowed down and glared at me. Pack members gathered behind him, for round two up close. Team stopped a short distance from us.