Lost Hope

Maybe she will?- Calvin

I had heard the sounds of feet hitting flesh. I was positive nobody in a college would be that immature. I was wrong. The Luna of the Eastwood pack was up to her normal bitchiness. The statement heard drew my attention at first “Hey guys, look, it's the reject” Megan said. The girl answered with a quick “Hey guys, look it's the b*****.” I couldn’t believe somebody was brave enough to finally stand up to her. The kick that followed made me sick to my stomach. 

I heard her rips crack and the bones that followed. 

I tried to stop the little diva, but until I looked down I didn't know how bad this situation was. I whispered at first “Mate” it caught the attention of some of Megan's crew, but Megan kept going.

 “Mate, mine step off” 

That was when Megan looked up with a shocked look, but laughed it off. She took her crew and finally walked away, but not before leaving Luna's orders.

 I was mad. 

I could have ripped her head off, but my mate needed me more. I could feel my wolf screaming to hers. The girl was somehow still conscious. My mate was so familiar. It was Liz Anne. I knew of her, but she was never on this floor at this time. She must have been later than usual. That was unfortunate. 

 I knew if she closed her eyes death would come quickly. 

“Liz, Liz, come on keep your eyes open for me.”

 I shouted what I knew she had been waiting on for so many years.  “Mate, Mate, Liz come on.” 

She closed her eyes now and I knew they would not open without help.