The witch and the werewolf

Bitches always know.

Skin rose slowly, inflating pink organs pushed it away, blood leaked into the puncture wound made by a shining white rib. Everything shrivelled, and skin fell over a bony structure, before it inflated again, and cold blood rushed to do its work and fill organs.

Oh, Max thought, I'm breathing.

I'm still alive.

Something snarled by their ear and started to bark.

"Get the fuck off me damn mut!" Someone said, they were mad, voice one strum of a string on a guitar away from a shriek.

The dog didn't prevail. Max heard its barks get louder and the sound of skin and flesh ripping join the chorus of gruesome sounds.

Then someone screeched and then there was a loud sound. Max winced as a gunshot went off and their hands travelled to their ears but found they couldn't, they were pressed against their chest as a cold liquid spilled out of them.

Their eye's flickered open as soothing wet was splattered onto their face like someone chucked a bucket of water on them, they shivered at its thickness and peaked an eye open to inspect it.

Red.

It was so, so red.

Blood.

It was blood.

Max gasped and looked up, a woman with ragged hair was hunched over the body of a German Shepard. A large chunk was bitten out of one of her calves with rivets of blood falling over a shiny white bone.

Oh.

That dog did some damage to Artemis.

"Fucking dog, should've killed it when I had the chance." She muttered as she cocked a gun. "Now." She pointed the gun at Max, half of her face covered in shadow, all Max could see was one deranged blue eye.

Max slammed their eyes shut, tears leaked out of their face and got caught in their eyelashes. They were more afraid of pain then of death, because death would be kind to them. All magic users went to hell and were greeted by Satan, the father of magic users.

It didn't matter if they were good or bad, they would be welcomed in hell.

Satan would be kinder than humans. 

Max settled against the ground, hands to their chest, tightly pressing at their wound. They would be alright, the pack and coven would be alright, maybe they would be sad, but in the end they would be alright.

Something snarled and growled, Max thought they opened their eyes but all they could see was raven black. Had they died already and were walking through the void until they found the ferryman that would lead them to hell?

The black moved away, and Max could see snow, their eyes were open, so what was-

"Corvus!" Max shrieked; the wolf hesitated for a moment but continued its mission to lunged at Artemis. Lips quivering and teeth in a snarl, it bit down on the woman's bicep, and she screamed dropping her gun, her body followed when the wolf let her go.

The wolf barked at her for good measure before it tilted its head and turned to Max, red bled into white snow and stained it, but they could care less.

Max lunged up and placed a hand on either side of Corvus's face. "Oh, Corvus." They exclaimed, tears running down their face and creating recognizable wet marks on their skin. "You-you shouldn't have come here." They said. "Oh, do you even know the danger you're in!"

The wolf tilted its head and leaned down to nip at the rope, tearing into it. "She hunts werewolves you have to go-warn the others-m-my magic-I-it isn't working!" Max sobbed, coughing up more flower petals and more blood.