Chapter 8: Jack's POV

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It took a moment for me to realise that it wasn't just a loud bunch of drunks shouting and screaming behind us, being stupid. They were screams of terror. And when we all spun around to see why, there were crowds of students running in all directions, drinks flying everywhere and tables being flipped in a whirlwind of chaos.

"Holy hell!" Lauren exclaims.

"What the fuck's happening?" Louise yells, her eyes wide in panic.

But somebody already answered for us.

"Rogues! Rogue attack!" Steven's shrieking while scrambling desperately up the patio steps, "We're under a Rogue attack!"

What!?

"How is that possible?" But none was listening. Their eyes were wide as saucers and their bodies like stone. "What is it?" I ask as I follow their stare.

Then I saw it for myself.

It was like I had just walked right into a horror movie. It's entire body was vibrating with rage; the disco lights from the house behind us darted across the grass in beams of multi-coloured light and revealed a thick coat of earth brown fur, bared razor teeth and a pair of icy blue eyes.

Holy shit.

The wolf was massive, it's paws almost as big as my head and fresh blood staining its snout and claws.

I had forgotten to breathe.

Before I could even register what was happening, Yasmin Jerald's innards were now sprawled all over the grass, blood spraying on the walls and staining the flowers red. I feel my skin crawl from the sound of ripping flesh and screams of agony, shortly cut off as the wolf takes another chunk out of the girl's stomach.

I thought I was going to throw up. My hands clasp around my mouth and nose, blocking out the stench.

"Oh my god!" I hear Amy shriek.

"Everybody run!" Em screams.

The next thing I knew, I was barging my way through the house and crowds, elbowing anybody in the face that tried to trample me down. My ears were ringing and my head felt fuzzy but fear kept driving me forward until I staggered outside onto the road.

My eyes dart about, consumed in panic, watching teenagers clamber over one another into cars and race off into the distance. People were bumping into me from all directions; the screams and shouts rattled my ears to the point I could hardly hear my own voice as I yelled.

"Holly! Louise! James! Anybody! Where are you!?"

I spin around, only to be greeted by someone's shoulder, and my whole body is knocked back. A curse word escapes my mouth, grimacing from the dull pain as my head collides into the pavement. I blink a few times to clear my blurring vision and then frantically try to get back to my feet. But sharp pain continuously rains into my ribs, shoulders and legs as crowds of frightened students begin to stamp all over me.

"Get off me! Get off!" I yell angrily, trying to shove any feet away but it was impossible for anyone to hear, and what's more, no one cared. Everyone was pushing and shoving, screaming and crying, doing anything possible to get away. I could hardly breathe now and my eyes burned with salty tears. "Get off! Someone help me!"

Just as I start to make progress, a foot catches my jaw as someone else get shoved to the side, wrenching my head at an awkward angle and giving other feet the chance to press my face against the tarmac again. I slam my eyes shut and grit my teeth, trying to keep in the sobs.

Oh my god, I'm gonna die. I'm gonna get trampled to death.

I was beginning to contemplate whether being ripped to shreds by a Werewolf was a quicker way out.

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