Werewolf Baby

Chapter 9.

In my main room I sat on my head my leg bouncing furiously as rage and adrenaline pumped through my body. There were guards outside my room. When I had tried to get out the first three times I learned multiple things. One, the people that kidnapped Emily and Reed were Hunters. Their name is pretty self explanatory, they hunt werewolves. Two, they weren't going to let me leave while I was set in kamikaze mode as Blake so politely put it. 'I'm really getting tired of his attitude'I thought in between coming up with my master plan. Three, there were bars on my windows. Four, my dad was setting up an attack mission on the Hunters that I wanted to be apart of. Five, the kids that I hid in the closet were captured as well. Six, they have no idea why they captured the children.

Sighing, I laid back down trying not to think about what could be happening to Emily. Just thinking about thinking about that made my heart hurt and a huge wave of guilt threaten to drown me. There was a tap at my window. I jumped and leapt up out of the bed thrashing my legs and arms until I was standing up and spinning around like a maniac. Not the most graceful way to get up, I'll admit. When I looked around, I saw my window. It was almost dark outside. The sun was setting so there were long shadows. Now, I knew for a fact that there wasn't a tree or anything by my window so what I was seeing definitely couldn't be just a tree branch tapping against my window. Nope, definitely not.

Slowly, I walked closer to the window. There were bars on the other side, I opened it and saw a hand gripping onto the bars outside the window. I gasped when I saw the hand was bloody. The hand was also attached to a arm, that arm connected to a shoulder, that connected to a body, that connected to a head. The head rolled and looked up at me. Reed.

"Oh, my god Reed."I whimpered.

I reached my hand out the window and touched his, wishing I could bend the bars. Reed pulled himself up to the window and bent the bars. I hastily helped him inside. When, his feet flopped from the window sill that was about three feet off the ground, to the floor he stood shakily. I wrapped my left arm around his waist and slung his right one over my shoulders. God, he was heavy. He had cuts and bruises all over him. There were only a few major wounds but they were deep and still bleeding slightly. His black hair was matted and stuck to his forehead that was red and had a few drops dripping down. We made it about two steps until he fell onto my bed like a huge tree. I almost yelled 'timber!' but stopped myself because then Blake, Melanie, and Darren would come in and that would be bad because...I'm an idiot.

"Melanie! Blake! Darren!"I shrieked hoping to sound even more freaked out than I actually was and I was already pretty freaked out.

They came rushing in the room, I gestured to Reed who was laying on the bed. I took a step back and waited about two seconds to make sure that they were paying full attention. Taking my chance, I turned but stopped at the door suddenly filled with immense guilt and pain. Just looking at him, lying there made me want to hold him until he felt better but I couldn't. Taking a deep breath and running down the hall, I started shouting for a doctor. A doctor quickly came running down the hall followed by two or three nurses. One of the nurses ushered me, Melanie, Darren, and Blake into the waiting room. I stood in the waiting room pacing back and forth. Nervousness and anxiety washed over me. It surprised me how worried I was about a complete stranger.

After what seemed like forever, the doctor came in. She looked at me and smiled reassuringly allowing me to let go of a breath I didn't know I had been holding.

"Reed is doing fine, we will have to talk to him later about how he escaped. He's healing wonderfully, you may go see him now,"the doctor said answering all my questions in one go.

I nodded and walked to where the doctor pointed to. He was in my room. Reed was lying there with his hands folded over his stomach staring at the ceiling. When I walked in he tried to sit up but I put my hands on both shoulders and pushed him down ignoring the tingles that shot up my arm. I raised the bed so he was in a sitting position but still resting without making eye contact.