Fin
The smell of blood hit me first. It filled my chest with unexplainable panic. My feet were moving before my mind even caught up.
I arrived in the kitchen to see Angela’s hand dripping blood profusely. My body moved without my permission, lifting her and cradling her to my chest.
“What are you doing? Put her down. It’s just a cut—she knows where the hospital is,” Mason screamed, sounding absolutely menacing.
I don’t know why, but I couldn’t. My arms wouldn’t let go. My legs began to move faster than my mind as I sprinted full speed to the hospital.
I crashed through the doors in record time, calling to the doctor. He came in and checked it out.
“Minor injury. With werewolf healing, this will be gone before tomorrow. I’ll have a nurse put a few stitches in it to prevent a scar. The
