Wolf Bound

Chapter 12

(Jason)

I woke up to find the rest of the pack around me in the clearing we were in, but in the center of the clearing was a body, I stood up slowly, and walked towards it.

As I got nearer, my heart started to speed up, once I saw the blonde hair and the ripped jeans, I fell to my knees.

Rose looked over at me and cried. Bryan held Rose, who was crying.

"No, no, not her, not my baby!" she cried.

Skylar ran over to me and looked at Clare, franticly, trying to see if there was anything she could do.

I looked down at Clare's face, blood was streaming out the corner of her mouth, but her eyes fluttered open barley, when Meagan swore under her breath.

"Clare!" Skylar gasped, both Skylar and Meagan grabbed Clare and hugged her.

"Can't breathe." Clare coughed, the girls let Clare lean against me, so she could breath.

Rose hugged Clare and helped her up. I stood up and let Clare lean against me as Rose pulled twigs out of Clare's hair.

"I feel disgusting." She muttered as we walked towards the house, I got her to her room, where, Rose took her into the bathroom and closed the door, I heard the shower turn on.

I looked around Clare's room, if you took one look at Clare and then at her room, you would know that it was hers, not because of the photo of me and her, but she wasn't like most girls, she wasn't a tomboy, but she sure wasn't the type of girl, who loved anything that was pink and sparky.

Rose came out silently to grab clothes, Clare was sitting on the floor of her bathroom, with her robe on. She was staring at the floor.

"Is she going to be ok?" I asked Rose, who glanced back at her daughter.

"She has a cut across her back, it'll leave a scar at first before fully healing, but besides that she'll be fine." Rose explained.

I waited, till Rose left, I walked into the bathroom, I find Clare, sitting on the counter, she looked at me and gave me a small smile.

"You ok?" I asked her, she was rubbing her back, I was guessing that was where the scar was.

"Yeah," she said, her voice seemed scratchy, she pushed off from the counter, but almost fell when she landed.

She grabbed my arm and looked at me wide eyed. The look on her face reminded me of when she was younger, trying to ride a bike for the first time.

She had been freaked out.

I know it sounds like I am some sick freak, just because I watched my own mate grow up, but to werewolves it was kind of like once in a blue moon.