I frantically scanned the area for any traces of where Paris could have gone.
Maybe she was thrown off the bike, or rolled somewhere.
How could an incapacitated teenage girl, who got into an accident, just walk off!
She could barely keep herself standing before! Never mind after an accident!
None of it made sense.
The test results.
The white thing that jumped in front of us.
And how Paris seemingly just walked up out of a fricken motorcycle accident!
I'll piece it together later.
Right now, I need to find her.
I looked around when I noticed something odd.
There were a set of tracks leading to the under brush on the side of the road.
I squinted my eyes to try make out if they were human or not.
Please be human!
NOPE!
NOT human!
My eyes widened in horror as I realized what they were.
WOLF tracks.
In BLOOD!
FAN.
FRICKEN.
TASTIC.
A thought suddenly ran through my head.
If Paris is gone.
And there are bloody wolf tracks.
Then....
Wait a minute!
Oh no!
No, nah, nah, no!
Noooooooooooo!
She can't be dead.
Can she?
I mean the accident could have killed her.
But how would that explain the tracks?
But what if she isn't dead?
What if whatever left those tracks ATE her?
A low growl suddenly emerged from the underbrush.
SHIIIIIIIIIT!!!
LOOKS LIKE I'M IT'S SECOND COURSE!
I watched the bushes wiggle and move until finally I had a source to match the growls to.
A white mass of fur leapt out of the bushes.
And landed.
Right.
In front.
Of.
Me.
Just close enough that I could see my quivering form reflected in its large, emerald green eyes.
"Nice doggy?," I squeaked.
The wolf rumbled a low guttural growl in response.
"Heh heh"
Its mussel was stained crimson with blood and its canines were barred.
Poised to latch onto my neck at any given moment it pleased.
I couldn't do anything to defend myself.
I sure as hell couldn't run with this fricken tree root lodged in my calf!
Wait!
I always carry a mini medical kit in my purse!
Well kind of mini medical kit.
Truth be told, in all reality the medical kit is my purse.
Yeah.
Don't judge.
It's a whole shit load better than what normal girls carry in their purses.
Especially in my case.
Plus I don't exactly think I could fight off a blood thirsty wolf with a tampon.
Anyways, I always make sure to keep it fully stocked.
Despite the fact that Cyan constantly makes fun of me for it.
She always asks, "Are you bringing your on the go hospital?," whenever I go anywhere.
And I mean ANYWHERE.
Even if I'm going to the bathroom.
