Jake and Angela (1st in werewolf series)

Chapter Eleven

Rebecca was pacing the living room just as she had been for the last few hours waiting to hear from Jake. The rest of the family had gone off to their bedrooms, all except Max who was sitting on the couch watching her.

"Sit down, Rebecca. You are making me nervous." he said. She looked at him and saw that his legs were bouncing and shaking and he was puffing his cigar for all it was worth. She forced herself to sit down next to him.

They had been forced to burn Georgia's body to keep anyone from finding it and the bite marks on her neck. Max had not shed any more tears for the woman. It was her fault his daughter was now missing and very possibly dead. If she had lived he would have killed her himself.

"Can you talk to them yet?" Max asked.

(Jake... Angela.. Can either of you hear me?) Rebecca waited but there was no reply. She looked at Max sadly and shook her head.

Suddenly the air in the living room seemed to ripple and Lane, Angela, and Jake appeared in a heap on the floor.

"OH my god!" Rebecca and Max said in unison jumping to their feet. Lane and Angela were both naked and dirty. Jake was lying motionless and he was covered in dirt and blood with a wound in his chest. Angela and Lane stood up and Max quickly grabbed a blanket off the couch and wrapped it around his daughter before hugging her tight against him.

"Oh my, Angel, I'm so glad that you're ok." he said. Angela let herself get lost in his arms for a moment. The familiar warmth of her father and the smell of his cologne and cigars comforting her.

"What happened to Jake?" Rebecca asked as he knelt over her fallen son. Angela pulled away from Max and looked at Lane who looked nearly dead on his feet. She grabbed another afghan off the couch and tossed it to him. He wrapped it around himself and smiled at her.

"You know you were enjoying the view."

"Lane, you're charm is just too much." Angela said dryly. Then she laid her hand on Rebecca's shoulder.

"Tyler shot him... Some kind of silver filled round."

(Evan, Kent Greg get down here down and help me. Bethany bring Lane and Angela some clothes.)

"He's going to be ok." Rebecca said as she looked him over. "He just needs to rest." Kent, Greg, Evan and Bethany were in the living room in a heartbeat. Angela grabbed Evan's arm.

"Kaylee...?" she said. He smiled at her.

"She's safe. She said her Aunt Angela told her to hide...Thank you, Angela." Angela sagged with relief. Bethany held Angela's blanket up as Angela pulled on her clothes. Kent did the same for Lane.

Once they were both dressed Angela walked over to Lane and stood beside him wrapping her arm around his waist. She could see how weak he was and didn't want him to fall over.

(Thank you) he said.

(You're welcome.) she replied.

Angela sat by Jake's bed for hours. Kent, Evan and Greg had carried him up to the bed. Angela and Rebecca had stripped his clothes off and cleaned his wounds. Rebecca had left the room then saying that Jake just needed rest and he would be fine.

There was a knock on the door and Angela told them to come in. Max walked into the room.

Angela stood up and hugged her father. He had been crying and Angela didn't know what to say.. She had never seen him cry.

"Mom....?"

"She didn't make it." he replied. Angela waited for the pain of her loss to hit her heart but it didn't.