The Return (True Anchor Saga: Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: Palinopsia

Run...run...run...

That's all Brett could think.  Run.  And he did.  As fast as his feet could carry him.  Trying so hard to ignore the arrow in his chest, trying to ignore the pain.  He had to get away from the hunters.  Why did that woman stab him?  What did she mean by terrorize?  He never did anything to harm a soul.  It was against his pack law to harm another.  Satomi taught him to be more than monster.  She taught him to protect.  He didn't do anything to anyone. 

Brett lets out a groan and clutches his chest where the arrow was buried.  He needed to get it out.  He needed to heal.  He finally stops to rest on a tree and looks over to see if he was being followed.  So far, he couldn't sense them.  Panting, he grabs his cell and turns it on, but lets out a frustrated sigh when there was no service.  He needed to alert someone to help him.  But, he couldn't risk howling.   The hunters would find him before his pack would.  He puts his cell away and looks at the arrow.  He needed to get it out.  His takes a deep breath and grips it with both hands and begins to twist it and gives it a yank.  But, it was no good.  He lets go of it and his breath that he was holding.  Taking another deep breath, he tries again.  No go.  He moves around on the tree and feels the pointed part scraping against the trunk.  It was right through him.  There was no way he could get it out, unless...

Brett turns to face the tress.  Preparing himself.  He needed it out of him.  That's all he could think right now.  Get it out and run.  He leans on the tree.  Trying so hard not to cry.  He didn't want this.  He didn't deserve this.  He was terrified.  He wipes his eyes with his shoulder and sniffles.  Taking a deep breath, he thrusts himself against the trunk and grunts at the impact.  He felt the arrow going deeper, out more of his back.  But, it wasn't enough.  He thrusts again, whimpering.   God! It was so painful.  He tries so hard not to scream.  It was finally poking out all the way of his back.  Falling to the ground, Brett reaches behind him and yanks out the arrow.  He sighs in relief, but the would still ache.  It will take time to heal.  He rests against the tree, the arrow still in his hand.  He tosses it away with a sneer, but begins to hear branches snapping in the distance and soon, footsteps were coming towards him.  It was them. 

Monroe and Gerard were hot on Brett's trail, but Monroe felt she was the only one who cared about putting the wolf down.  Gerard was lagging behind her as she paces around to look for their prey. 

"He's gaining too much ground on us, we should be moving faster." Monroe says in frustration as she watches Gerard kneel on the ground.  Examining the dirt and leaves. 

He gets up to his feet, holding on to his rifle and faces her, "You're talking like an amateur."

"An amateur that killed a Hellhound." Monroe smirks in pride.

"Who was wounded and bleeding." Gerard points out, obviously not impressed with her score.

"And I took out a werewolf." She smirks again. 

"Also injured and alone." His tone made her smirk drop, "Let's not mistake luck for skill."  He states as he looks around. "The longer we wait, the weaker he will be."

"And the more time he'll have to find help." Monroe says anxiously.

"'The greatest victory is that which requires no battle'." Gerard recites.

So he was the one who left her the message, "Sun Tzu.  Got it.  Can we at least keep moving?" She says impatiently.

Suddenly, they snap their heads up as they hear a cellphone ringing. 

"Did you hear that? It's him." Monroe states and paces over to where the cellphone was.  Lying in the grass. 

She grips on to her rifle and looks around to see if the wolf was still around.  But, nothing.  She gasps as she feels Gerard grab her shoulder and yank her backwards.