Werewolf At Distance... (dnf)

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Authors note: Also the witches spelling will be French so I will have English captions for that!

⚠️swear words, guns⚠️

"He left George, he's gone" Sapnap said.

George just stood there, Drista was hugging him probably not gonna let him go anytime soon. George's heart dropped, he wanted to hold Clay with his life. Tears flew down his pale cheeks, he didn't have a reaction but cry. Only if he didn't stop Clay, he wouldn't be gone.

George suck his head in Dristas shoulder and cried. He was gone, he got taken by the coven. George shakily wrapped his arms around Drista.

"I'm sorry George, we'll get him back."

George started to murmur something, but no one understood because of his crys. George slowly fell to his knees and he covered his face with his hands. Drista got onto her knees and rubbed George's back in comforting manner.

"He's gone and it's all my fault!" George sobbed loudly.

"Hey it is not your fault, okay?" Drista said.

"It's those coven bitches fault!" Jake yelled.

"Yeah so George, don't blame yourself" Sapnap said "We'll find him."

"Okay well we're gonna have to do something" George stood back up.

"What would that be?" Sapnap asked.

"Your not gonna like it" George said.

"If it involves finding Clay and saving him, I don't care."

"We're gonna have to wake her up" George pointed at Athena that was still knocked out in the chair.

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Clay wasn't really missing, he just needed to get away for a little while. To take some time for himself to think. Clay stood there looking out the broken window of his old family house. Clay went to his old house, the mansion that got burned the famous hit in 2009. It was raining outside, Clay enjoyed the rain quite a lot.  Clay took his eyes off the window then walked around the place, he lead himself upstairs. Everyone step he took made a loud creak noise, once he got upstairs he noticed a familiar table. He bent down he dusted the dust off the table, there was carvings in the table. The carvings were 'C.S.' that stands for Clay Smith, 'D.S.' that stands for Drista Smith, and 'L.S.' that stands for Logan Smith. He remembered the time him and his siblings made those carvings.

"Hey Logan guess what!" Younger Clay said looking at his older brother.

"What did you do now Clay?" Logan asked.

"I wrote my initials, look" Clay pointed at the table.

"That's cool."

"You should write you initials, and I can make Drista write hers" Clay said.

"Okay I'll write mine" Logan turned his hands into claws and write his initials on the table.

"Drista look look!" Clay picked up Drista and set her by the table.

"Woah" Drista babbled, she only learned how to say bubba, brother, momma, dada, and woah and a few more words. She was still young.

"Wanna write your name?" Clay asked.

"Woah" Drista nodded yes.

"Okay" Clay said "Scary cat!"

Every time Clay said 'scary cat' Drista turned her hands into claws, she thought she was a cat instead of a wolf.