Escape

Chapter Fourteen

Holly's POV

                      I woke up with a pounding headache and no memory of what had just happened five minutes ago. I checked my watch, 13:34. I'd only been in my werewolf form for ten minutes. Well, I guess that's simple enough. Now, I'll be able to shift whenever I want too. 

"That was pointless," I said to myself, standing up and heading for the door. 

            What was the point of going through hours of excruciating pain just to shift for ten freaking minutes? I know, you tell me. I feel like punching a monkey in the face. 

Walking outside of the room I was held captive in - which was easy to open - I noticed how quite the halls were from my super powers (ha ha). 

            Where's Dylan and Isaac? Where's my dad? Where is everyone? 

There better not have been a zombie apocalypse. Those infected monsters seriously creep me out.

                         To my left, I heard faint shouting. I followed the noise until I'd arrived in a, what I hope, spare bedroom. I looked around the room, discovering that nobody was in here and the sounds are coming from outside. Walking over slowly, I tilted my head and peered out of the window. 

"SHIT!" I shouted.

                     Thousands of werewolves were fighting on our packs lawn. My body instantly heated up from the reaction I had to see another pack fighting against my own. The hunters - they're here. Just like Isaac said. 

Dad probably tried to talk to them and failed because Dylan and his stupid instincts kicked in. 

                     I stormed into my room, hiding all of my emotion. I'm not going to get sad over a bunch of British brats. Even though I'm half British...

Once I'd reached my room, I realised I was naked. How didn't I acknowledge this?

                  "Oh my God," I gasped. Technically, I can't fight when I have no clothes on. 

Rummaging through my drawers, I searched for the outfit I always wear whenever I go to war. Finding it, I put on my under wear and began to add the other materials onto my body. 

                         Black jumper first, then my black skinny jeans and finally, my boots. I love my black leather boots - they're so easy to run in as well. 

After I'd finished, I ran to the front of the house and stalked to the front door. I calculated how many werewolves were from the other pack - one hundred and sixty-five wolves and thirty-five humans armed with weapons. 

                Simple. 

They honestly don't know how skilled I am.

                 "Mother fuckers," I said to myself, pushing myself out into the open and running to my first competition.