Beneath The Full Moon {TMT #1}

Chapter 8

We hurried to get inside the first cave we came across, since there was no time to find any suitable one. I just thanked God that there were actually shelters available.

This one in particular was really small and had an opening on either side of it, which made it a little less comforting. Also, it meant that those who sat at the edges would be the first to die if any of the werewolves caught our scent and followed us here. I just prayed that the bushes surrounding and on the cave would shield us. Hopefully.

Once inside, we huddled close together. My heart pounded hard against my ribcage as I struggled to catch my breath. Sweat proceeded to pour out of my pores even though I constantly wiped them off with the back of my hand. It didn't help that we were squashed together with low breathing space which created an uncomfortable and heated atmosphere.

My chest heaved as I forced myself to steady my shaky breaths. George sat beside me, also catching his breath, and though I couldn't see his face in the dark, I felt as if he was trying hard not to mourn the loss of his wife.

I didn't know what to say to him to make him feel better, because frankly, I felt that his wife didn't deserve to have such a husband by her side.

"I'm sorry," I tried my best to console him. "About your wife."

George chuckled humourlessly and at that point, I wish I could see what was in his head. "No you're not, but that's okay." I heard him sigh. "I just wish that she'd be here with me instead of outside wherever. I still love her."

I sighed before blindly laying a hand on his shoulder. "It's going to be okay."

We sat in silence for a while before a sudden scream had us all jump in our positions. "What was that?"

"George!"

Beside me, George jerked immediately at the sound of his name and I could hear the confusion in his voice as he whispered out, "Nancy?"

"George!"

"Nancy!" All uncertainty vanished from his tone.

I was then painfully pushed back against the wall as George struggled to crawl out of the cave and apparently go to save his wife. "No. Come back!" I whispered yelled at him before grabbing the hem of his trousers when he didn't respond.

"Let go!" He fought against my hold. "Please stop, I have to get to my wife."

"It's too late, George," I said through gritted teeth as I was pulled halfway outside the cave. "It's too late to get her please. You might die!"

"No!" After that moment, he didn't even try to keep his voice down. "I can't live without her."

"What the hell is he doing?" Miguel hissed at me as he tried to pull me back in. I just ignored him. I certainly didn't have any time to answer him because I was busy trying to drag the stubborn man back into the cave before the wolf spotted him in the open.

"George, please come inside. The wolf, it might see you!"

"I don't care," he said defiantly before raising the leg I kept tugging at and uttering, "I'm sorry."

I had no idea what he meant by that until his heel descended and collided none too gently with my nose.

"Urgh!" I groaned loudly due to the effect of his attack but then started panicking when I heard branches snap simultaneously. Shit.

"George get inside now!" I whisper-yelled again at the man who was already five feet away from the cave. "Please, it's coming."

"I know, and I shouldn't have let her go," he said softly this time, as if mostly to himself, before he ran away and towards his wife's suddenly silent voice.