Howls from the pack [completed]

An unexpected visitor

I stayed up late, until probably about four in the morning. My vision was blurry, my eyes drooping. I was a tired mess.

As I was about to lay my head down, I felt a yank on my hair and duct tape was wrapped around my mouth.

My screams were muffled as a burlap sack was placed over my head.

I still continued to thrash and try to get away, until I felt a stab in my neck. Relief washed over me, pain feeling bitter sweet. My vision went fuzzy, until everything faded to black.

* * *

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here," a familiar voice said as I slowly approached consciousness.

Brandon.

"I-i killed you," I stuttered, still dazed and confused.

"Ah, my darling. Tree Nymphs cannot be killed. Only for a short time. But we always come back."

My vision cleared, and I looked at him, noticing a snide grin across his face. I tried to break free, but my hands were binded to the chair he had tied me to.

"Now, m'lady, why don't we finish what I started," his smile widened, his eyes sinister and lustful.

I worked my hands, trying to find weak spots in the rope or places where I could unravel it. Brandon stepped closer, until I could feel his body heat on me. I struggled against the bonds, feeling them dig into my wrists.

"Brandon, stop. Get away from me," I pleaded, trying to buy myself some time. My heart pounded as his lips came close to my neck. I tried to kick at him, but noticed that my legs were tied as well.

Great. Just freaking perfect.

As his lips touched the crook of my neck, I heard howling outside.

He looked up, giving me time to pull the rope off and give him a good whack across the face that threw him on the ground.

The door fell down as he stood up, and a pack of four wolves came rushing through.

A black one trotted toward me and morphed into a human.

Bella.

"Seemed like you need some help here." she smirked, untying the ropes on my legs.

I quickly jumped up, morphing into my wolf form, and quickly attacking along with a red wolf, brown wolf, and silver one. Bella followed, gripping one of Brandon's arms as I gripped the other. The red and brown wolves grabbed his legs, while the silver tore into his stomach.

Brandon screamed in agony as we dragged him to a closet we saw in the corner. The silver wolf took my place, and I quickly became human again.

Sprinting across the room, I grabbed the chair and ran back. I hit him over the head with it until I was sure he wasn't conscious.

Well, time to put him in the closet.

As we did that, we made a trap that would go off if he tried to escape his closet prison. If he left, a rope would be cut above him, releasing a giant cage that he couldn't possibly dodge; it was way too big.

Satisfied, the five of us went back to our camp and slept for the rest of the night.

Crazy night, huh?