How Not To Be A Werewolf (Editing)

Saved By A Cowboy

There was a moment when everything seemed to go in slow motion.

I could see Jonathan leaping into the air in front of me, heading towards Kian who was standing ready with his eyes burning red and his fangs out. Victoria dropped the spellbook and lit her palms up with fierce green flames. I could feel myself start to shake and fill up with rage again.

I was not gonna let this dickhead hurt my friends and destroy my life.

No fucking way!

"Move!" I shouted at Kian as my body floated in front of him. He did, and I somehow managed to grab Jonathan by the face, a strange, warm tingling sensation shooting up through my fingers. I threw him out of the way before he made contact with Kian.

Wow. I had absolutely no idea how I had just done that. I focused on getting myself back into my body, and I floated towards my body. Once I had maneuvered myself into position over myself, I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I was laying down. Forming my fingers into a fist, I smiled. I was back in my body.

Thank fuck for that!

Jonathan had landed underneath a nearby tree. As he got up, the livid look on his face almost made me shit my pants. I could tell in that moment he was just pure evil.

How the hell had I ever seen anything in him?

"Your gonna regret that, pup." he growled before running towards us once more. His teeth formed into vicious fangs, his fingernails into long razor-sharp claws.

Jonathan moved quickly, then suddenly a loud bang came from behind us and I watched in shock as he was blasted sideways in mid-run by a large black net. He collapsed into a tangled heap on the ground, dust spurting everywhere.

"You know, Kian, you really should keep better company." a voice said airily.

All three of us turned towards the voice, looking to the edge of the tree line where a guy in his thirties with long black hair and a thin moustache was standing. He wore a weird looking gun, similar to a crossbow, but with a shotgun attached. He wore a long black leather coat with a black Stetson to match. If he hadn't just spoken in a prim British accent I would have assumed that he was from America's Cowboy country. The stranger lowered the gun he was holding and smiled at us.

"Wesley?"

In the blink of an eye, Kian sped over to the man and pulled him into what looked like a crushing embrace. I was just wondering where the hell he had come from.

I mean, really, where the fuck had he come from?

A guy wandering around the forest dressed all in black with a big ass gun was hardly something you would miss. He must have been the one who shot Jonathan back in the clearing. 

"What are you doing out here, man?" Kian asked, "I haven't seen you in a while. Not since..."

"Yeah, not since your little problem. How's that going for you, anyway? Has 'You Know Who' caused any trouble recently?" Wesley asked.

Who the hell was he talking about? What problem could Kian possibly have? Maybe it was connected to his phobia of the sunrise?

"No. Everything's been under control," Kian replied, suddenly seeming keen to change the subject.

I looked over at Victoria to see whether she was having the same trouble understanding what Kian and Wesley were going on about. Luckily, she looked just as confused as I felt. I was glad. Being the only person who didn't understand what was going on was really starting to grate on my patience.

"Guys, this is Wesley Stiles. He used to be a hunter with SPECTRE." Kian said, introducing the cowboy.

"I'm retired." Wesley added, "I work freelance now. It pays better."

A former hunter with SPECTRE? This could be a big bloody problem. Who's to say he wouldn't just turn us in if he got the chance to? I was not getting a good feeling from this.

"Wesley helped me out of a tight spot about twenty years ago," Kian explained. "Anyway, Wes, I guess that thanks are in order..."

Wesley waved a hand dismissively. "No need. It's the least I could do, really. To tell you the truth this is the most action I've seen in years. I kinda enjoyed it."

The fact that Kian seemed to be so relaxed around Wesley eased my worries a little bit. I had to admit that without him Jonathan may well have finished us all off. Not a very comforting thought.

"Anyway, what are you guys doing out here?" Wesley asked, keeping one eye on Jonathan, who was swearing as he tried to free himself from the net.

He frowned as he looked from Kian, to me, and then to Victoria who was clinging onto the spellbook like it was her long lost child. It didn't take a genius to work out that we were up to something.

"Is that a spellbook?" he asked as he focused on Victoria, "I think you guys need to start explaining."