I'm only human

Chapter 29

Diana's POV
I woke up in bed and I felt stronger. But physically but mentally. My nose wrinkled at the horrible smell, rouges. Rushing from my bed I dressed quickly in black nike sweats,and a running jacket that hugged my chest. I slipped a gun into my pocket.

I had no way of using mind link. I have to handle this on my own. Taking a deep breath I went outside and took the gun from my pocket and rises it in front of me. Five male rouges stood there in a circle.

I raised the gun and shot one. He dropped down and the remaining fours eyes turned to me. I gulped, I'm dead. They charged. I cocked the gun again and shot the one in front and he dropped.

I didn't have enough time to load up again before the gun was slapped from my hand. "Diana" the rouges mocked and circled, I clenched my fists. "Oh no Daniel? Zayn?" the other mocked me.

My nails dug into my palm, "awe is Diana mad" the other teased. I had enough and round house kicked him and he went flying and hit a tree. I wasted no time in punching the rouges in the jaw.

He blocked my next punch and kicked my stomach I doubled over in pain. He kicked my side and I moaned in pain. His friend joined him now as the conjured to kick me harshly.

A snarl broke through the trees. And they both froze, and turned their heads. A big black wolf stood in the trees his muzzle pulled back over his teeth. The rouges gulped as the wolf charged. They ran.

I clawed my way over to my gun and loaded it shooting the one that was closer, the wolf killed the other one. When the black wolf shifted I saw it was Justin, "Diana!" he shouted and ran over to me as I stood up.

"Why didn't you mind link me!" he screamed at me and I flinched "or shifted!" he yelled. "Dammit you could have died!" he screamed in my face. And he was right, very few people actually survived a rouge attack.

"I don't think I've ever met someone as stupid as you" he spit and my eyes stung with tears. "What were you thinking!?" he thundered and I croaked out "I was thinking a about protecting what matters to me."

"And what would that be" he spat.

"You"