Dont Trust A Werewolf

* Alternating Points of View *

Getting hit by a car while walking home from your friend's house isn't fun, especially when the crash is so bad, you're lying on the cold pavement alone on the brink of death. You're surrounded by nothing but woods and you take in a deep sigh to await death. But right when your vision is about to go out, you're saved. Warm liquid is forced down your throat and you look up to see the face of an angel looking frantically down at you. The miracle liquid somehow keeps the darkness from fully taking over back and just as fast as he came, he's gone. You get up slowly, and you're fine? The only evidence of being hurt is the dent in the car and your blood-stained clothes. But how are you ok? And the angel.. you know you just hit your head, but you knew that was no angel. That was your best friend who had been acting strange and hasn't talked to you in three weeks since he disappeared with the group of guys from school you had both vowed to avoid. Why did he look so different? How did he save you? And more importantly, what did he mean when he said "She's mine?"