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Ch.25 Trouble.

Sandra's P.O.V.

I woke up to someone shaking me furiously, my eyes snapped open and Luna was shaking me. "What?" I asked, pissed off. Luna's eyes were wide in fear. "It's Dean." Instantly I was on alert, his whole emotional state was numb, "What about him?" I asked slowly, "He's in trouble, he went to check something out and hasn't came back." I was up before she could finish her sentence, I shoved on my black tennis shoes, my werewolf blood was pumping through my veins full force. Dean was in trouble.

Using the whole location thing attachment granted me, I started running. "Can you smell him?" Luna asked, sounding curious that I was able to run straight towards him. I nodded vigorously, something in me telling me not to tell her we were attached. We both ran, and for once I knew we agreed on something.

Protect Dean.

We burst through the trees and into an open field, I paused but before I could start running again, I felt something cold press against the back of my head. The barrel of a gun.

"Don't move." Luna's voice was cold, and I froze. She played me. Dean may be up ahead, but I wasn't going to get to him. "What do you want with me?" I asked, "Dean, and if you're alive I'll never get him. Besides, Trent has a grudge to settle with him too, and he figures if he takes you it's a win win. Don't worry though, I won't let him take Dean." She explained, anger coursed through me. I was so stupid! Why didn't I look around for him? Why did I trust her?

"Now, start running forward." She ordered, I was not going down without a fight. "No." I responded, that gave her a pause, as she pressed the gun harder against the back of my skull. I knew any minute a bullet could shoot through and blast my brains out. "Now!" She growled, but I crossed my arms, ignoring my fear. Then, she pistol whipped me, I felt blood trickle from my head, and I fell over, tears blurring my vision. "Stupid bitch." She snapped, and then she looked up.

"It's too late."

On cue, the blonde werewolf that I saw stalking me materialized in front of me. Trent. He grinned maniacally down at me, "This'll be fun." His fingers laced through my hair, and yanked me up that way. I refused to yell out in pain, and so I just closed my eyes and let pained tears stream from my face. He kneeled too, so we were eye level.

He smiled, "You'll be begging for mercy when I'm done with you." He hissed.

In response, I spit in his face, a big gob too.

That's when I was knocked unconscious.