The Fox and Wolf

4

{Danielle's POV}

I had reached home but as I was about to put the keys in the door, a cloth was over my mouth and nose. It smelt of chloroform. A werewolf had me in his arms as I struggled to get it away from me. I tried a backwards roundhouse kick to get the werewolf away but I could now see black spots covering my vision. I fell limp in the werewolves arms.

{Collin's POV}

After finally getting back, I stripped off my shirt and chucked it in the laundry. I went to the small bathroom and ran a bath, stripping completely now, sliding in and washing up all the blood from the now dead werewolf.

Climbing out, I took a fresh set of baggy navy jeans and a long sleeved black top and slipped them on.

While I was getting something to eat, the doorbell rang. I sniffed the air quietly while making my way to the laundry to hide my bloodied clothes.

Fox? No, not her.

Wolf? Maybe.

Maybe it's that troublesome human child of the neighbours.

After I had successfully hidden the clothes, I went to the door basically gliding. The smell was stronger now. There were four people. A werewolf, two humans a-and Fox.

N-no. They-y have Fox.

I opened the door revealing them. As I had recognised, the four of them.