OWEN
I saw her eyes close and let out a cry of anguish. No, this wasn't supposed to happen. I turned to Ric, one of my greatest enemies. He was going to be sorry.
'She'd better not be dead', I sent to him telepathically, putting as much menace into my voice as possible, 'Or I will tear you apart and laugh while I'm doing it'.
Ric growled; he didn't like threats. 'If you hadn't lunged at me, she wouldn't by lying over there bleeding'.
I scoffed, 'If I hadn't lunged at you, you moron, she'd be a pile of bones right now.' I stared at him, I could win any stare off but right now I wasn't in the mood. 'I need to get Carys to Jonathan.'
And with that I turned, gently lifted Carys' limp body and secured her on my back before loping off into the woods. But not before I sent out one last telepathic threat, 'You'll be sorry.'
Getting into a rhythm, I sped through the woodland to a clearing in the centre of the forest, in which our house nestled. We'd found the place last week, abandoned, in a state of disrepair, so we tidied it up a bit and made it our own. Nobody was going to be coming here. Well, that was the plan. Out side the door, I careful removed Carys from my back and laid her on the ground before changing back into human form. It was nice to stretch my muscles as a wolf but you couldn't beat being back as a human. I picked her up, staring down at her face. She was pretty; she had a natural beauty, which didn't need any make up to enhance.
Nudging the door open with my foot, I stepped into the tiny hall and crossed to the living room. It was cluttered; the utmost amount of furniture crammed into one room. Carefully, I laid her down on the worn sofa. I heard a tut behind me. I knew who it was, I could smell him. Jonathan, the alpha of the pack.
He was a giant of a man, with streaks of silver in his otherwise chestnut hair. His eyes were the traditional wolf brown with flecks of orange in them. A few laugh lines adorned his face but otherwise he could look in his early thirties.
"I know, I shouldn't have brought her here", I couldn't face the glare he was giving me, though I could feel it on my back and it made me shiver.
"No, you shouldn't", his voice was gruff, "Do you know what this could mean for us. She can't wake up here, if she finds out what we are". He let the thought linger and I knew instantly what this could mean if she knew.
"If you tidy this up quickly", I gestured to her head wound, "then I can take her close to her house and she can wake up their, knowing nothing about us".
"Alright, I'll do my best", he gave a resigned sigh. He strode into the adjoined kitchen and clattered around, before returning with a bowl of water and a towel. Gently he dabbed at the congealed blood; it wasn't a bad head wound and the flow had stopped.
As I waited, I heard the light footfall of the only girl in the pack. She had shoulder-length brown hair and piercing blue eyes, that could look right into your soul. She kept us all on our feet. Coming into the room, I heard her intake of breath at the sight of Carys lying on the sofa.
"What's she doing here?", she could hardly get the words out. "She can't know I'm a werewolf". She was in shock because if Carys knew that this girl was a Were then all hell would break loose and we would no longer be able to protect her.
