Everyone has a secret. Porsha Harris had two: She's a werewolf, and is the number one leading cause of death in her small town of Oaks. Also, she's in a family business. One that includes: Guns, violence, and a little bit of Grand Theft Auto.
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Jasmine's POV
Sobbing into Daria's chest as I couldn't look at my dead brother, "Search the grounds for them." I heard Damien shout to other wolves that made it to the scene. I felt Liam's presence behind me rubbing my back as I kept crying hard.
Harry is dead, Josh is nowhere to be found, and all I remember before seeing Harry dead in the middle of the street was boiling mercury spill on my fur, exploding house that burned my flesh, and I finally crawling from under the rubble. Inhaling deeply I keep crawling till I collapse beside some bushes...
Inhaling deeply I can feel my flesh heal but it still feels like acid. Peeling off the molded leather jacket I roll over and struggle to get on my feet. Walking around the rubble I finally see bodies scattered everywhere.
"HARRY!" Damien and Harry both howled when I looked up to see Harry... I rushed over to pat down the flames on him. The first you hear when you get close to anyone is a heartbeat, weather it's strong or not it's the first thing you pick up on.
When I didn't hear it I stopped patting him and just sobbed right on his chest. Damien shoved me aside and started doing CPR, Liam was quiet in the distance howling for help. I just held onto myself until Daria comforted me.
I held onto my broken arm, sniffling now wishing that it was me that was laying here. Damien moved aside when Ma showed up with three other wolves. "Leave." She barely said above a whisper and we all get up to give her time to mourn alone.
"How are you feeling Porsche?"
"My thigh is burned... that'll be hell tonight. I also remember the mercury burning off my fur..." I Daria who was limping. We hold each other up as we walked away to the other burned bodies, and I was glad to know that a few were the Ninjas. "We got five witches, Madison is in our custody as we speak. We don't know where Joshua Anderson is either." A patrol wolf said to Daria and I. "What? There were three evil witches, and you said Madison is alive-" Daria said before I left her in search of Sivan.
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Picking up a heartbeat I follow it to a charred pile of wood and other rubble. I pull, push, and throw pieces of wood out of the way until I see her brown hair. Gently I pull her out only to stop mid-way when I see a thick stake in her side, she was barely breathing. Her hands were still, her eyes barely open. I stroked her face, "Sivan don't worry we're gonna get you out of here." No emotion but it didn't matter when I nod at Harry, Damien, and Daria all lift a huge concrete wall off of her.
She came out easily and I make sure she's on a flat surface. Her eyes are open and trained on me as I looked down at her with watery eyes. "Someone died didn't they?" I nodded wiping some more tears. "My brother," I sniffled, as Daria wrapped her arms around me. Damn this is so sad,
