DEREK
                              I head back upstairs after I cool down. It was wrong of me to lock her in the room. It wouldn't surprise me if she hates my guts. 
                              I knock on the door.
                              "Hey, Delilah I'm sorry for my actions and attitude. It's just that I love you so much. I don't want to lose you."
                              No response. I unlock the door and walk in. 
                              "Delilah I really am sor-."
                              I look around the room. Crap, she's gone. 
                              I see the window open. 
                              My first thought is she was kidnapped. But there is no other scent in the room. 
                              I slam my fist into the wall. I really blew it. She ran away. 
                              I run downstairs to find Michael isn't here either. 
                              "Reece!" Reece comes flying into the room from the kitchen. His mouth full of pie. 
                              "Delilah is gone. I want a search party sent out to find her. I also will be going out to look for her. Hold the fort here bud."
                              He nods then bows. He walks out of the room and I head out the door. 
                              I can't smell her scent anywhere. Then I pick up a small and I mean small hint of her scent near the forest. Its mixed with the scent of a vampire. 
                              Running I can smell the scent of an ocean breeze. 
                              Michael is with her and he is leading me to her without even knowing. 
                              I laugh. What a doofus. 
                              Its almost 7 a.m. now and I am tired. Where the heck is she?
                              I see a small town up ahead and follow Michael's scent to a small motel. 
                              Gotcha Delilah. 
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Without Him..
Werewolf1st BOOK IN WEREWOLF SERIES I watch as Michael closes his eyes and slumps to the ground slowly. I hold him in my arms. Crying and grasping his limp hand. I just lost my only brother. #368 in Werewolf
 
                                               
                                                  