The battle ended later on. The loss on the other side was horrible. The pack stooped to killing every single vampire left. Except for Scarlet, of course.
I walked outside, waiting as all of the injured werewolves came. It seemed that every werewolf had at least some injuries.
One by one I looked for him.
"Mark!" I called out, seeing him hobbling over in his human form. He smiled, and I leaned in for a hug. But before I could, I realized that he had a blood stain on his shirt. I lifted it up, checking out what looked like a big scratch. The cold eyes returned.
"It's fine." he said quietly. I shook my head and dragged him back to the bathroom. I wasn't a professional but the nurse was helping out Dylan and that was higher priority apparently.
However, there were other things on my mind.
I grabbed a towel and started to clean his wound, eyes closed off. "What is it?" Mark asked.
I looked up at him intensely. How to word this...
"How did you know that I wasn't human. I mean, the rest of the pack doesn't know. They'd all think I was dangerous." I asked, rambling on at the end.
"I was tipped off by a vampire." he replied, looking at me seriously. I was out of words. I thought vampires and werewolves were like, enemies.
"But aren't vampires and werewolves enemies?" I asked, completely confused. Why would he listen to a vampire who just came to give him strange information.
"That's not the right question." he replied, looking at me hesitantly.
"Who told you?" I asked, and then he smiled a little bit.
"Melissa."
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Alone (Werewolf Story)
WerewolfAt our orphanage, when you turn 16 you 'graduate.' This pretty much means that the leaders think you can take care of yourself enough to go to school. They provide us with a small apartment and enough money for food and water each month. But other t...
