The Werewolf Glader

Chapter Four

    Nick woke up with a boy staring down at him. He looked around confused, the people talking over him. He had a huge headache, and was aching everywhere. The boy above him, tall and an English accent, was looking down at him. "Div, he's awake..." A girl walks over, and looks down at him. "Hey, how do you feel?" Nick puts his hand on his head, sitting up. I'm alright, but I got a headache... The tall boy walks over to him. "We don't understand how you survived that fall. It's  impossible... What were you thinking about about going up there? You caused- " Newt glared at Div. "what did I cause?" Nick stood up, running out the door. The tall boy grabbed his shoulder. "Don't go out there.." Nick pushed his hand off, running into the room next door. The boy and girl followed him.

    Nick ran in, and his heart sank. There, he saw Ryan's dead body, laying  in a bed. The boy came in. "He died last night from the arrow in his neck... We couldn't save him." Nick grabbed his head, and sat on a bench. "I can't believe I did this... It was so stupid of me!" Newt sat down. "Listen, shank. You pulled a greenie. Ryan should have explained this place better to you, it's not your fault." Nick looked down, still feeling guilty. Newt put his hand out. "I'm Newt." Nick shook his hand. "I'm... Im Nick." The girl walked in. "That's Div" Div smiled. "Nice to meet ya, greenie" "Nick smiled at both of them. "So... What are we going to do now?" Newt stood up. "We are going to figure out what that thing was that bit you. Because there's no bloody way you can just heal from gettin dropped from the top of the wall like that. No bloody way." Nick stood up. "Maybe it was just luck." Newt took a step forward. "Kid, your bite is gone. And so is every single injury on your damn body. "