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Chapter One Part III
The battle was over.
Amos was laying on the ground, the silver stake nestled into his abdomen and heavy, dark blood spilling out at a dangerous rate. He tried to remove the stake but he didn't have the energy or strength to pull it out. His arms and hands started to feel numb as well as his legs and feet. Amos knew he wouldn't have more than ten minutes at this point. While a normal stake would be nothing but a splinter to him, a silver stake could kill him within minutes.
Amos looked up at the ceiling trying to hold in the pain. He blinked back the black dots that clouded his vision. Was he really going to die this way? Where the hell was Derek? Amos wanted to call out or search for his friend but he couldn't move. He was paralyzed.
Suddenly, a head full of wispy blonde hair entered into his blurry vision. He recognized the human girl they were trying to rescue. The second thing he noticed through his declining vision was her electrifying blue eyes. Even through his fading eyesight, he could clearly see the brightness in them, something that made him feel warm inside. If this was his last image before he died, he would have died happy.
"Don't give up on me," the girl sprang into action. Her voice was steady and strong, something that surprised Amos. Humans were weak and in the circumstances that she had experienced, he would expect her to run away as soon as the battle was over.
The girl, however, stuck to his side, and began to assess his wound. He felt her soft hands around the entryway of the wound. She placed her head near his chest, listening to the sound of him breathing and watching his chest move but his breathing was ragged.
"You're going to be fine. Don't worry," the girl told him. He wanted to laugh in her face. A mere human wouldn't understand the gravity of the injury. It wasn't just a normal stabbing.
The girl began to rip Amos' shirt from where the dagger was snuggled in his abdomen in order to remove the clothing from the affected area. Amos groaned at the dagger moving inside of him but he knew she did it skillfully, only giving him the slightest pain.
She ripped the clothes away from the injury and then ripped a part of his shirt, using it as a cloth to apply pressure around the object to his wounds. Amos gasped again at the harsh movement and the feeling of the silver touching his body. Amos knew she had medical knowledge but she didn't know the anatomy of werewolves. He had to get the silver out of him as soon as possible. Leaving the dagger there would only quicken his death.
"Take the dagger out," Amos rasped in short breaths.
"I can't do that. It'll only cause the blood to flow more," the girl replied, still applying pressure to the wound.
"Trust me," Amos said serious.
He looked her in the eyes even though he could barley see anymore. It was the affect of the silver. It slowly took every sense of a wolf away from him until it eventually killed him.
"I'm one of them," Amos breathed heavily with each word. "I can't have this inside me. Silver is poison."
The girl looked doubtful but with one last look she fixed her eyes on the dagger and grabbed it between her two hands.
"Brace yourself," she said grimly before pulling the silver dagger out of his abdomen.
Amos screamed loudly, his wolf growling deep inside him as well wanting to be released out of his shell. Amos tried to calm him, knowing that shifting would only risk the wound to rip more during the transformation and scaring the human girl even more. He didn't know how much more surprises a human being would be able to take.
