I race into the house breathing heavily. My muscles strain against Brandon's weight. Having just escaped the crazy man and his lunatic wolf, all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball and sleep forever. Unfortunately, before i could do that I haveto get Brandon help and soon! The wounds he recieved from that mans wolf are horrific, a seeping gash on his right side has both of our clothes stained with blood and the cut on his head is oozing....
"What happened?" my mother asks after seeing the state we're in.
"We were attacked," I state, pulling Brandon along as I make my way to the kitchen where our first aid kit is lofcated.
"Here let me help," my mom says relieving me of Brandons weight and as she was starting on his cuts asked, "Who attacked you?"
" A man with cinnamon skin and a wolf to match," I answer grabbing a ice pack.
"It's him," she whispers unshed tears glistening in her eyes.
" Who?" the question whispers from my lips.
"Charlie Daniels," her voice is full of tremors as she tells the story, "You know the story of the great war that took place a while back. Well Charlie Daniels was the alphas beta at the time, he was kicked out after the war for his savage ways. He has sworn his vengance and has proved himself deadly in the past years...." She trails off at the end, "And as for his wolf it is his. He isn't a normal werewolf, him and hiw wold are seperated by form but, share the same mind making them a deadly duo. Promise me you will be careful, this is a fight that will leave you in scars or worse."
I sigh, " I promise," After a moment of silence I manage to ask, "will brandon be okay?"
"I don't know," she says looking down, "but it's you I'm more worried abou," she finishes dreariness spread plain on her face.
