Saving Nicole

Chapter 18: Blind

Nicole's POV
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I practically jump out of bed, the whole scene flashing through my mind. They circle closer to Dallas, growling. Then, the vision goes dark. Probably because they have started... No. Where is he? Wait, I know. I don't know how, but I know.

Pulling on some shoes, I race out my door, down the stairs, and out the front door, almost forgetting to lock it.

I race through the forest, Amanda giving me some of her speed and urgency to reach them in time. Please... Please don't let Dallas already be.....No. PLEASE NO.

And that's when the growls echo in my ears. They pound in my head, making me go faster to reach my destination. And then I nearly run into a tree. I hear screaming. Much louder than the growls and much more horrifying. It shatters my heart. And that's when I reach the cite.

Wolves are all over the place, and I notice that Ian and Mason are gone. They are just the messengers. They don't do the dirty work.

The wolves are crowded in the center and I'm afraid to look at who I know is there. But an agonized wail and blood curdling scream make me.

In the center of the wolves is Dallas, practically ripped apart. Blood gushes from multiple places on his body and wolves keep going at him; biting here, clawing there. Chunks get torn off of him as he screeches in agony and pain. He's not even trying to get away, just laying there as he screams and wails relentlessly. His eyes are squeezed shut as sobs mixed with yells and shrieks leave his lips. Blood trickles from his mouth and into the blood already pooled around him. How is he not dead?

"Please! Pl-ease stop! STOP! P-PLEASE-E! HELP! H-ELP ME!" He begs and pleads with the sky. "H-Help..." He whispers so quietly that I don't hear him but I see his lips form the words. A wolf bites hard onto his ribs, earning a loud, mournful crack that echoes through the clearing. His mouth opens in a gasp, eyes shooting wide before squeezing shut as the wolf tears its locked jaws away from his body to reveal a bone protruding from his side; his rib. It's broken in half. Blood splatters the ground as another wolf shoves its gaping maw at his rib again. Another crunch and a series of pops like a gunshot determine the wolf's successfulness. He screams again, voice turning hoarse and I notice the deep cuts on his throat. Blood pours from his lips, creating a path of red down his cheek to the ground. He wails heartbrokenly when a beast closes its jaws around his leg and pulls. I can tell it's getting harder for him to breathe. The beast continues to pull at his leg, finally pulling free with a mouthful of flesh and his thigh bone poking through his skin; well, what's left of it. Dallas screams the entire time, his voice blood-curdling. He wails mournfully, the pain rich in his memory.

A monster rips at his hand, leaving it mangled and ugly, a bloody mess. I can see fragments of bones everywhere. Another wolf goes for his neck, scraping its teeth against his skin. He yells in sharp pain, and starts choking, more blood spilling from his lips as the wolf's jaws begin to close.

The wolves keep tearing at him, and I notice there's a knife sticking out of his thigh and a small hole the size of a bullet on his left shoulder, too close to his heart for me to be satisfied.

He opens his eyes, all foggy and clouded and I notice immediately that a wolf slashes its sharp claws along his face and straight through his eyes. His eyes squeeze shut as he screams through his teeth and when they open, I become furious. His eyeballs are scratched open from a long claw mark over them. Blood immediately fills his eyes and I wonder why he hasn't fainted yet. He's lost so much blood. I wonder why he's not DEAD yet. But I am angry. They touched his eyes, probably scarring them. They touched his beautiful eyes.

And that's when I loose my marbles and burst into the clearing, the hair on my arms standing up. I feel Amanda take over, her rage building onto my own. "LEAVE HIM ALONE." She booms and clenches her(which are really mine) fists. Surprisingly, the wolves obey. Well. Sort of. Not without a last kick, bite, and scratch.