Solstice Howl

20

Nala was a force as she blew the fence open, werewolves who were tearing into each other momentarily stopped to stare at the glowing amber of her eyes.

She was chanting something underneath her breath, a ball of emerald energy absorbing in her hands growing to the second as her hair blew backwards from the force of the wind.

I immediately recognized Dean's intimidating wolf, the foul stench of acrid blood burning my nostrils.

Wolf bodies littered the floor, and to my dismay, dozens of more are approaching.

We are in the middle of a pack of thousands.

We'll never get out.

My heart sunk at that thought.

"Duck!" Nala yelled to me as she threw her ball of electricity to an especially rabid wolf who was about to lunge at me.

The wolf whimpered on impact with the energy, staggering slightly before collapsing into a heap of fur.

All of the wolves eyes were suddenly on her.

Dean was no longer the biggest threat to them- Nala was.

They all seemed to be in sync as they started circling her like a predator to a prey.

Because that is their nature.

Dean's wolf angrily growled at their attention being diverted from him, snapping at a random wolf's flank, causing them to tumble and attack.

While Nala was preoccupied trying to take down a dozen wolves who were suddenly on her and Dean tried to take the load off of her, I searched for Carter.

"Carter!" I hissed, peaking behind a ledge to see if he was leaning against a wall.

He had never been the type of person to sit and hide during a fight, but he's malnourished. He could barely form coherent sentences, and immensely sick in the head, he's incapable of handling himself.

I let out a breath of relief as I spotted a familiar crouched figure; I gasped in horror as I saw his sunken features, he was barely recognizable.

Bruises lined his shirt-less torso , chunks of his hair had been ripped out, and the rest fell out because of his lack of nutrition.

His head leaned backwards and eyes fluttered open then shut as he fought consciousness, murmuring something underneath his breath.

I knelt next to him, slapping his cheeks a little to get his focus on me.

"Hey Carter- open your eyes for me," I reeled backwards as his dark eyes suddenly blinked wide open.

The sun was setting behind me as he finally became coherent.

"Mys," he breathed, his lips slightly upturned in the corner.

"Is this heaven?"

"Quite the opposite," I grabbed underneath his arms and attempted to pull his frail body up, "c'mon, we're getting out of here."

I was so preoccupied with getting him up, I didn't even notice the tears welling up in his eyes "Mys, I'm so sorry."

Looking up at him in surprise, I almost dropped him at his heart-shattering expression.