"Brandy?" Before I even knew what I have said, it just fell out of my mouth.
To my surprise, my guess was correct. Oh you've got to be kidding me. What the actual heck?
I turned to Keith, his face was a mixture of happiness and confusion.
The heck? Don't tell me...
"Dipshit!" I flail around trying to get out of the binds on my wrist. I so wanna choke this kid to death.
Brandy was part of our pack a few years ago, well before he decided to suddenly vanish on us then we never found him again.
He was my best friend. The one who always sticks by my side to make sure I wasn't bullied by humans at school or attacked by rouges whenever I sneak out of the house.
We were inseparable...until he left without even a notice.
He turned to me with a tight smile that seems forced. "Hi there, long time no see, princess." Fuck you! I wanted to shout but nothing came out of my gaping mouth.
"Mika?" Keith's worried voice broke me out of my trance. He was already free, thanks to a dagger Brandy somehow threw towards him.
Keith helps me release my, already, aching wrist. Then he rubs it consciously, as if he were comforting me.
"Le-let's get out of here?" His eyes disappeared and his lips were curved into a tight smile, same as Brandy's, forced. I don't even know what to think anymore.
"Mika, go. Please. I need you to listen to me first, please." He looked helpless. The friend who I once grew up with, I don't know anymore.
Before I could start overthinking again, Keith pulled me out of the place and into the hole I didn't even notice, existed.
"Mika, I don't know what your problem with my mate is nor do I know your relationship, but please. Just this once, please listen to me." Keith looks up to me with determination etched on his face.
"We need to save him. Those hunters or whoever they are, has some kind of equipment. My friend died because of it. It has some-some kind of wolfsbane. It can kill Brandy, so please, please get your mind straight and help me find back up!" Out of frustration, he kicked a rock that got sent flying to a tree then bounced back so hard that it hit me straight on the head.
"Owww, what the fuck!" I groaned in pain while clutching my forehead.
"Oh sit, sorry!" Luckily, this guy is quickly to aide. "Yeah, that woke me up. Really." It hit my head so hard that I'm back to the world and not reminiscing about the past.
"Well I'm glad it did but we need to do something with your head. It's kind of...well, bleeding." Then he tried ripping a piece of his clothes, before I had to stop him.
"Ok stop. Seriously, that's as ineffective as ineffective could be." He frowned at me then proceeded with his plan.
"Seriously, Keith, stop!" I swat his hand away from his shirt before he finally snapped.
"What the fuck do you want me to do?! Your head is bleeding then you won't let me do first-aid, what if it gets infected?" He looked really close to bursting into tears.
"You're just doing the same. It'll be infected once you put your dirty shirt to cover it. As I said, completely useless. I suggest we find a clean cloth rather than these clothes that have been in that dirty ass cell, who knows what bacteria that cell has."
That seems to calm him down. "Well, yeah, I guess you're right." Then he just grabbed my hand out of nowhere then started running in an incredible speed even I can barely keep up.
"Fuck, stop-wait." It took all of my strength to pull him back. "Woah, ok. You alright?"
"Do I look like I'm awright?" I snapped, accidentally letting out an accent. Keith looked at me like I've grown two heads.
"The fuck?" Then he bursts out laughing his ass off. I let out a groan at that. I know I'm supposed to be Canadian, but I can't help it if some bits of British accent decides to mix in. It's all that stupid Harry potter's fault.
"Oh my gosh, Hahaha. Who the heck are you? Harry Potter?" He continued to laugh at me, now kneeling on the muddy ground while clutching his stomach.
"Can you stop already? Now's not the time for this." But the idiot kept laughing at how annoyed I was.
"Ooohh~is the ba-by sulking?~" He mocked with a disgustingly British? like accent.
"Stop it, you idiot." Out of anger, I kicked his chest, which resulted to him wheezing in pain. Oh shit.
"Oh shit, you alright? Sorry." As he was about to talk back, a loud scream broke through the entire forest.
My concerned eyes found his relived ones and I know we were both thinking the same.
Backup's here.
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Late update sorry guys ✌️. Been busy with my studies so maybe I can't update for next week and the other weeks after. Just wanna let you know that I'm not discontinuing this book but I'll update whenever I can . Love lots 😙
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