Seriously?!?

I Don't Know What To Name This Chapter.

Yellow, thanks for everything. Here's another quote. "You can't leave footprints in the sands of time if you're sitting on your butt. And who wants to leave buttprints in the sands of time?"
None of these quotes are mine, I'm just letting them get known:)

Val P.O.V.
"Oliver?" I asked confusedly. He took another step forwards, the fog cleared enough for me to see him. "Val, are you ok?" He asked worriedly.

I limped towards him, still a little surprised that I could talk while still a wolf. "Hey, turn back. " He told me. "I can't. " I grumbled. He laughed and walked towards me.

"Yes, you can. You'll be fine. You've done it before, without my help. " He told me. "No, I mean I have no clothes." I told him. His expression changed to recognition.

How did he do it? He still has pants on. "It's fine. " He told me. I grumbled at him then changed back. I stood awkwardly with my arms around me.

The cool fresh air swirled around me, giving me shivers. I only had my violet bra and black underwear. The worst part was that the both were small. Oliver stared at me for a second in awe.

I glared at him, annoyed at his reaction. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. Warmth spread throughout me, drowning out the cold.

I rested my head on his chest, still shivering lightly. I looked up at him to see that his eyes were black. I was startled for a second then I asked "Are you ok?" He shook his head.

"I can't lose you. " He said, almost angrily. "I'm fine, okay?" I told him while rubbing circles on his back. He laid his head on mine and put his hand on my waist.

I took a sharp breath, my side stinging from his hand. He froze, then looked at my side. Alright, apparently he doesn't notice things when he's ogling me. He ran his fingers lightly over it. I noticed that is looked almost like it hadn't changed at all. Weird, it didn't heal this time.

"What did the weapon look like. " He asked darkly. "Whaaa? What weapon?" I asked awkwardly, trying to act it off like it was nothing. "The weapon. " He said glaring at me. I glared back and  refused to talk. He doesn't need to know everything.

"What, did the weapon, look like?" He asked angrily. "I told you, there was no weapon. " I lied. He took a step back and crossed his arms. My body longed for the source of heat but I stood as confidently a girl in her underwear could.

"We're leaving. " He growled to me. He morphed back into his wolf and walked over to the golden wolf, who I'm guessing was either Miles or Nico.

I changed to my wolf and limped over to them. I tried not to make my limp obvious but I failed miserably at it. I could see Oliver stiffen while watching me carefully.

I stopped beside him and waited for them to go. Oliver turned and ran to the left of where we came. I followed close behind, just in front of the other wolf.

We ran for about five minutes before my side started to burn unbearably. I tried my best to ignore it but I could tell that I wasn't as fast. The golden wolf started to overtake me and I knew that I wouldn't be able to run much longer.

I slowed down to a limp. My side seized up and I tripped on a weed. I hit my shoulder on a rock and almost cried out. Well that's depressing, I just tripped on a dandelion. I crawled back onto my feet and took a deep breath. I tried to walk but I started to wobble so I waited for a second and closed my eyes.

I felt someone's hand on my side. I opened my eyes to see Oliver, in human form crouching down in front of me. I turned back to human. He stood up and wrapped his arm around my waist.

His other hand hovered over the wound, which looked like it was getting worse. Blood was dripping down my side and leg. I looked to his face and noticed that his eyes were no longer black, but they were his natural chocolate brown eyes.

"What did the weapon look like. " He asked carefully. I was done lying, he obviously knew. "It looked like a whip, it looked almost like iron or silver. It had ridges with sharp points, it looked like it used to be painted black but had worn off. Why is that so important?" I told him, still out of breath.

His face lost all colour and he tightened his grip around me. "What is it?" I asked quietly. "We need to get you home, now!" He told me.

"I can't get anywhere very fast right now. " I grumbled. "I know. " He told me. "Have you ever ridden a horse?" He asked. "No, why?" I asked.

He morphed into his wolf and said "Get on my back. " "I just said I've never ridden a horse. " I told him. He growled at me. "Sheesh. " I told him while climbing awkwardly onto his back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in.

He ran through the woods, passing by those weird plants again. He ran for around three minutes before I finally saw light. Not that I like light. At all. We ran into the clearing and I saw a the mansion.

Oliver stopped at the edge of the clearing and morphed back to human. With me on him. I felt his bones shift under me. In the matter of seconds, I was on his back. Piggybacking. Jerk.

I got off his back and tried to limp towards the house but I suddenly felt like I was about to faint. I wobbled a bit and Oliver wrapped his arm around me. I shrugged him off and kept walking. I walked towards the house, but my side seized up again. I managed not to pass out but I couldn't stop my fall.

Oliver caught me just before I hit the ground and picked me up bridal style. I tried to stand up but I couldn't think straight. The pain took over my body as I tried to stay conscious.

"Nico! She's passing out!" I heard Oliver yell, but it seemed far away. "Hey, stay awake. Okay?" He told me. I managed to concentrate on him and not the pain. He jogged over to the house and ran in to the couch.

He laid me down and grabbed something that looked like a first aid kit. "Damnit, you used to much energy." He got out some thread and a needle and started to stitch up the wound. "I'm fine. " I managed to say. He looked at me questionably. "I'll be fine. " I corrected.

He finished the stitches and picked me up. He carried me up to my room and laid me down on the bed. "Why did you need to know the weapon?" I asked, my breaths still laboured. "Silver. " He told me. "Oh. " I replied, remembering an old werewolf book I had read that mentioned that silver was dangerous for werewolves. I doubt it was meant for my situation.

"You strained yourself while running from us, silver wounds take a lot of energy to heal. " He told me while laying down beside me. I nodded and started to doze off. He slid his arms around me and hugged me tightly.

"Mine. "
Wooo!
And more quotes.
"Life is too short to be serious all the time. So, if you can't laugh at yourself, call me... I'll laugh at you. "