Secrets..

An Angry Werewolf

Okay everyone,

Here is the next chapter, another long one! Have a read at the A/N at the end cause I’ve put some info down there =)

Hope you enjoy!

Em x

 

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Werewolf.

Werewolf.

What even is a werewolf?

I mean I’ve read books and watched films and they always seem to be the bad guys, the ones killing everyone else. I know they supposedly have super strength and super speed and are fluffy but that’s about it, I’m not exactly a werewolf expert.

Coming out of my thoughts and back to reality I realised that I was being dragged along the ground by another wolf. I recognised it as the one from the warehouse.

Thinking of the warehouse I thought about Mar, Tom and Hunter and whether they got out safe. I started to worry. What if Sam had got them? Is Sam even alive? My ‘wolf’ started going into panic mode and I think the other wolf sensed it.

I jumped when I heard a voice talking in my head.

“Don’t worry Sweetheart, everything is going to be fine, just stay calm.”

 I was sure that I knew the voice, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. The only thing I could be sure of was the fact that I shivered when they spoke.  

After 5 minutes of being dragged along both the other wolf and I collapsed beside a forest. We were breathing heavily, huffing and puffing from the hard walk. I had been shot in in the foot from when I was fighting the men and the other wolf had lots of scars where he had been cut with a knife.

Don’t ask me how I knew but I just had this overwhelming feeling that it was a ‘he’.

I studied him for a moment just watching and taking in his features. He had silky light brown fur that was coated slightly with dark red blood. His snout was the cutest little thing it kind of looked like a button nose, button nose? Did I seriously just think that? He isn’t even human. But it just seemed like the most natural thing to say.

Why was I even thinking about button noses, I’m a freaking wolf and the only thing I can think about is button noses? Really Hope? Really?

Okay I should probably stop thinking to myself; I’m going to turn into some crazy loopy. Right back on track, the other wolf was now looking at me, probably questioning the stupid looks I have on my face.