Finally Found

Chapter Seven

Okay my peoples reading this story that you all swear is "good" but hey, if you're reading it and liking it, then who am I to stop you? Lol okay here's chapter seven, enjoy!

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Chapter Seven

"Iris! Iris baby are you here?!"

I ran into my house practically screaming my little sister’s name trying to hold back the tears and fear that was rising up inside of me.

"Is she here Renee'?"

I turned around to see Danielle and Rebecca at the doorway. "I don't know," I answer as I go to the living room. "Iris?" I call out.

"Looking for someone."

I stopped dead in my tracks. That voice. I know that voice. But it couldn't be....could it?

I slowly turned around and my breath caught in my throat at what I saw.

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I had to get out of here. Renee' was in danger and I had to save her.

I heard what sounded like footsteps coming down the hallway to my cell. I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I heard the click of the lock and the door came open.

In walked two men. They looked to be about in there mid-twenties. They apparently were brothers because they looked like twins; only one was slightly taller than the other.

The taller and older looking one, who seemed about 6'1, had brown hair with green eyes and dimples that I noticed when he smirked at something his brother had said.The shorter one, who seemed like he was 5'9 and younger, had brown hair with blue eyes. He didn't have any dimples and he looked like the joker of them two. 

"You unlock his feet," the older one said. "I got his wrist."

I felt them undo my chains as I lay on the ground still overly exhausted. “Where….where are you taking me?” I asked wearily.

“Relax bro,” the younger one said softly. “Were the good guys.”

I looked at them slightly confused then turned to the younger one and his green eyes glowed red. “You’re…your werewolves?” I asked in disbelief.

“Something like that,” the older one implied.

I felt my eyes grow heavy as they lifted me to my feet. My entire body practically screamed in protest.

“Don’t worry about a thing,” the older one said. “We’ve got you.”

And those were the last words I heard before I drifted into unconsciousness.