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Dog Moon Night
By
-DREW- Copyright 2004 ©
Dusk had come, the moon rose, it was almost full, just a mere sliver
was hidden. It glistened down upon the trees, lighting them with a soft
peaceful glow. The wind whirled around the trees in the forest, and the
grass in the thicket swayed. The green rolling hills glistened still of
dew. All this was interrupted by the shrill shriek of a raven.Megan turned looking about; she knew they were out there, but where? She thought. Her brown hair waved in the wind as she peered through the night. Crystal blue eyes glistened; she was 5'8 and about 120 pounds. She had on a plaid flannel tee shirt, and jeans, Megan was from Britain and she grew up in a small town in England. She bent down, and poked the fire with a stick as it crackled and crinkled, she turned to Dylan. "Bloody ravens." Dylan looked up, she threw some woodcuts into the fire as it crackled and spit flames. Dylan was fifteen, 5'6 and had warm brown hair as well, though she dyed it often. Due to the constant threat of being found. She had hazel green eyes and weighed 100 pounds she was strong and muscular as well as Megan, they needed to be to out run the creatures and brain to out wit them. Dylan had a white tee shirt with bold red letters on it that said, "Gnarly". And a pair of worn out blue jeans, with a red sweatshirt tied around her waist. Dylan was from America, Megan found her and adopted her at a young age, Dylan never had much of a memory of her parents and Megan said, she found her alone in the woods with no one around; Dylan's background and history was virtually unknown to her. But Dylan longed to know what had happened to her family and if they were even alive…there was little hope of that, and Dylan knew it. It was 11 P.M and the night was far from over. Megan looked to Dylan; they had eaten supper earlier so they would not have to worry about meals till morning. It was silent again, the raven stopped cawing, and a shrill blood-curling howl pierced through the night's sky. Megan put the hand on the gun in her back pocket. But, after a few moments she turned to Dylan, "'Tis just a wolf." She said wearily. Dylan looked at her a bit unsure, "Just a wolf! Megan, its almost a full moon. You know what lies in the shadows and who knows if that 'wolf' is not one of them!" She glared at Megan, unsure of what to expect. "Calm down, I know, but isn't even a full moon." She looked at Dylan, "It will be fine." Dylan nodded, still nerve racked. "Now, get some rest we have a ways to travel, you must be up early dawn." Megan put out the fire, with a bucket of water they had and lay on the soft dirt and went to sleep. Dylan was a night owl; she stared into the sky observing the stars and a passing meteor shower. Tomorrow was going to be Hell on earth, so she thought I best rest well tonight; and with that nodded off to sleep.
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About fifty miles north of Dylan and Megan away lay
a quite town in the midst of Utah. The moon lit streets were silent,
except for the passing of a car occasionally. It was almost a ghost
town expect for the bar. 'Jerry N' Joe's' it was called, the men
gathered there regularly, while the kids were asleep and the wives
peacefully relaxing at home, the men would gather for some fun and a
night out with the guys. "Joe! Throw me a beer brother!" A young man,
in his twenties; his name was Jer. He was about 6'1, 160 pounds; well
balanced out. His muscles rippled his under his shirt. His hair was
spiky and a smooth black, the bartender slid him the beer and he
grabbed it and gulped it down. He wiped the foam from his mouth and
through a few bucks in the tip jar and grabbed his leather jacket and
pushed open the door and stepped out into the warm June night air.He walked out and held his leather jacket in his hand and looked around; he left his car at home, it was a warm night and great for walking. He peered around, not a soul was around he dashed off homebound. And ran through the brush and scavenged through the forest. And reached a cabin, and unlocked the door and shut it quickly. He breathed heavily; it would be the last night of safety before the full moon. He laid his jacket on the chair next to his bed, and took off his boots and sat down on the couch; turning on the television. "Oh, this wrenched town and its curse…" He grumbled. He twisted open a beer and knew in the back of his mind, that peace would only last for a few moments and with the rise of the moon tomorrow. Hell would break loose and the town would be in wreak and horror. He slammed the beer down and turned off the television; "I better get sleep while I can…" And he walked into the room and turned off the lights scrambling in to the bed. A long day awaited Jer, and even more a horrid night. He wigged and writhed in his bed, nerve of the on coming night and day.
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A rustle of the brush awoke Megan from her deep
slumber, she breathed heavily after having a horrid nightmare, and they
had been chasing her. Her eyes darted remembering… It had really
happened her dream was a flashback, and a horrid one indeed.Megan had been in the woods helping people track werewolves, to study and research them. When it happened, it was a split second and they sprung. Snarls, blood, claw and fang, and they were upon them. Screams of horror and moans of pain as the fang clashed with human. And in an instant most of them were dead or dying, Megan had fought them off and managed to stay alive. And when the beasts returned to their human form they discovered her and brought her back to the house with them. And kept her there, she had no escape off the little island in the Scottish wilderness. Until one day, when the time came, three lone men were in the woods hiking. They had guns with them though, in case of a wild animal attack and for hunting purposes, when they were sprung upon by the wrenched beasts of burden. They shot and fought one was killed and the other two escaped. Only to be saved by Megan, she drove them to the old farmhouse. Where they waited out the night, unfortunately they were ambushed. Megan was shot after she turned on them and she escaped as well as Joe. But Terry died, the house was left in ruin and her pack thought to be dead. Megan snapped back to reality out of the horrid thoughts, she hated that past. Dylan stirred, she opened her eyes; and scrambled up. It was dawn, 6:30 A.M, and the birds chirped she turned to Megan who was looking at her, Megan nodded to Dylan, "'lo, have a good rest? 'Cause its going be one 'ell of a bloody day. Haven't got any breakfast so get ready we move into town 'bout ten minutes or so." She smiled lightly, Dylan nodded, she brushed her self off and washed her face in the near by fresh water river. She scooped up a handful of water and sucked it down, "Lets go." She said Megan nodded. And they were off, over the meadows and small rolling green hills there was just grass, plains and wilderness. Megan turned, "There's a town 'bout fifty miles tha' way." She pointed Northbound. "If we leave now we con' make it before dark and 'opefully you'd be safe." She looked over the rolling hills, curious and calculating the distance and time to see if they would get there before dark. By 7:00 A.M they were out and on their way. The grass and twigs snapped under there feet as they made their way. Making a fast pace, Megan wanted to get there before dark, he turned her head, and all there was around them was brush, grass, field and trees. Dylan treaded along; she was humming 'Friday I'm in Love.' Megan watched on, laughing to herself, Dylan was a character; and she was crazy. At 15 she could fight like a bear, and it came in handy at times; but Megan never knew how she learned to fight like that. Dylan never told her, and never spoke a word of it. Megan shrugged; she figured Dylan had a bad past. And Megan didn't like to talk about her past; so she ignored it. She jogged up to Dylan shaking the thought from her brain; it grew warm. They had made good time about ten miles an hour if they kept up the fast pace, they would be in Red Valley, Utah, the small town just fifty miles away. "Dylan, you see tha' tree line?" She pointed to the faint figures in the far distance. Dylan nodded, turning to Megan filled with curiosity. "Why? What's there?" she asked slowing down just a bit. She looked directly at Megan. "'ell, tis just beyond the borders of a small 'town." She grinned, "We should be safe there. So lets keep up the pace, tis good to get there sooner'. Once dark 'come no one is safe; not even a bloody dog'." She turned, sneering. "Dreadful thing, tis the full moon when you are as cursed as those wrenched things…" Megan clenched her fist and kept on walking. Dylan stayed just an arm's length behind her; she knew how Megan got. And wanted not to bother her, for the full moon had haunted her ever sense one night. Which she had been told was a living hell and the beasts of burden were from the depths of it. And they live where they walked, and tonight was their hunting night; the night where the demons from hell come out to play. Tonight was A Dog Moon Night…The most feared and hated night in all of Utah. They had no control over the beasts of burden, and their power. They were forced to ride the night of blood, and hell out. The tree line grew near, and Dylan grew more anxious and excited as well as Megan. You could tell; she was keeping as faster pace, even though she was fatigue and hungered for food; and even more water. It was well into their journey and it seemed hours from when they had left and the tree line grew nearer and nearer, Dylan could not wait till she could sit down. Or curl up in a warm bed, and fall into a peaceful slumber, or even just sit down for a few seconds with out being bothered by the heat. She was sweating; and Megan tiring fast, but the kept on going. There was no time for stops or breaks. It was simply too dangerous.
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Hours seemed to go by, slowly but finally they
reached the tree line. Dylan fell to the ground, "Shade!" She sighed in
relief and water was streaming through the forest; Dylan scrambled up
and fell to her knees. Scooping the water in her hands and gulping it
up, hand full after hand full. She wiped water over her face cooling
her hot body, from the scorching hot day. "Ah!" She grinned, her face
dripping with the cool freshness.Megan walked over and wiped water on her neck and arms, she scooped up the water and drank till she could no more, and filled the canteens to the brim. "We con' rest her for a few moments." She said as she slid down leaning on a tree. Dylan gave a grateful sigh of relief. As the rested against the trees, thunders of hooves clattered through the lands, and yells of men grew near. Megan stood and grabbed her gun. "Dyl' stay 'ere. If they come beat the shite' out of 'em!" She turned. Dylan nodded and turned staying low, she pulled out her pocketknife, grasping it firmly and waited anxiously. Adrenaline pumped through her whole body. Through the forest and across the glen, the huntsmen let loose their dogs. And they snarled and barked, anxious to go off, and track their prey. Megan weaved through the brush and tree's throwing them off, and turning trying to confuse them. The man sat upon his horse awaiting the dog's howls to alert him, he gripped the leather reigns, nervous and excited. Dylan watched them, the stallion knew, knew she was watching. He snorted, and shifted his weight from hoof to hoof; his nostrils quivered. And he let out a whinny; the man had a strange feeling. He twisted around sharply, nothing…His hair stood on end, and he got the eerie feeling of being watched. Dylan stood still and out of sight, she was excited. This man had no idea, none at all of where she was. Just that, she was there and he thought she was the thing they hunted for the mythical creature; who terrorized the town full moon after full moon. Dylan clenched her fist and moved swiftly, the horse let out a shrill whinny. The man turned his head as the horse reared, his mane flew in the wind as he bucks and ran, the man pulled on his reign; "Whoa!" The horse slid to a stop, "Easy, there." He patted the horse, "Over here! There is something! Bring the dogs this way!" He hollered to the men. They whistled to the dogs; who with a flick of their tails came rushing over, and immediately fled directly toward Dylan. Dylan turned her head, "Oh, this isn't good!" She groaned and she took off running, through the brush and tree's, she slid to a stop. Looking around hesitating and fumbling, she snapped her head to the slid, a clearing and a river. "Perfect!" She made a dash, and saw Megan running ahead of her, she didn't yell out in fear of the men would hear her. Dylan jumped over a log, and caught up to Megan, "The River Jump!" She pointed and jumped in, her arms waving as he went under, gasping for breath she flung her head back and broke through the water, gasping for air. She swam south and went under, the dogs were close she could hear there barks and howls. Suddenly, the water turned and became rough, she panicked and turned to swim back. "Meg!?" She yelled; Megan was nowhere to be seen. The water turned and she was sucked under suddenly, barley able to get a gasp of air. Dylan was flung against rocks, smashing her head and her body; she braced her self and then blacked out, as she fell down the treacherous waterfall. Dylan awoke, she groaned and she coughed up water, and gasped for breath. Clenching her chest, she sat up. She was not on a riverbank, but in a cabin lying in a bed. Her clothes were still drenched, she turned to see a man sitting on a table, Megan was with they were talking about what had happened. They turned at the sound of her coughing and rushed over. Megan was the first to reach Dylan, "Tha' was one 'ell of a fall!" She said, "Are you alright?" Megan asked, relived. "Yeah I'm fine, wha? where are we?" Dylan turned to see Jer, "Who is this?" She asked, confused. "Relax Dyl' you've token a good knock on your s'kull." Megan reassured Dylan, "Tha' 'tis Jer, young man 'elped me rescue you." Dylan turned to him, "Thank you." Megan got up and walked over to the window, "You've been out for 'bout ta…I'd say a good 'our." She looked glanced, "Good, lost the dogs." She turned back to Dylan, "I donno' how the 'ell you did it." She walked over eyes wide with excitement and eager to tell her of what had happened. "Well, those men and there bloody dogs were 'after you, chased you all the way down tha' waterfall! But, the 'orses won't go, so they went 'round and lost ya' trail; lucky mongrel." She grinned. Jer, turned his head. "Yeah, never have I seen such a damn fall!" He looked at Dylan, "Man, you have nerves of steel!" Dylan smirked, "Ah, isn't that the truth!" She grinned, and slid out of the bed, a bit sore. She gasped and reached in her pocket and dug around. "What's a matter?" Jer asked. Megan turned, as Dylan sighed in relief. "She thought she lost her lighter and pocket knife." She grinned, "Those are 'er weapons and most prized possessions." Megan nodded, "Don't eva' try and take 'em from 'er! 'she 'ill beat the shite' out of you." Megan laughed, Jer turned and gave her a look, "Wow, I'll remember that." Dylan nodded, "I guess I do get a little um, "Possessive?" She grinned. Megan turned breaking the silence the increasing worry in her eye was visible like a spark. "Dusk is not far. The dusk I dread, those men 'ill be dead. No matta' wha' they do, they are no match for 'em". Dusk fell, and Megan had vanished, Dylan heard the howls and felt the shiver. They were near, No! They were here…She looked around and turned to the young man, "Jer, do you know what awaits us out there?" she said. Her voice quivered a bit. Jer nodded, "Yes, I do. I always have they got some of my good huntin' buds." He said, the sneered out the window, "Damn creatures of hell." He grumbled. Dylan sat down next to him, he returned with a pistol and shotgun. And chatted with Dylan while he loaded the ammunition; "Where is your friend?" He asked curiously. "Haven't got a clue." She said, "She disappears on these nights, says she is going out hunting for the werewolves." Dylan said as she leaned back, fixing her gaze out into the brush. She saw black thick darkness, but the moon, the bright full Dog Moon; filled it with blue light. Jer looked up. "But, lately, I've I don't really know, it just seems that why would Megan be out all night hunting?" Dylan asked herself. Jer grabbed Dylan, "I don't think she is hunting." Dylan reacted defensively and kicked Jer in the stomach and he flew down to the ground. "Ah!" Jer grumbled. Dylan gasped and ran over, "I am sorry, I get defensive." She helped him up. "You okay?" She asked. Jer nodded. "Sorry, I freaked you out, just grabbed you, impulse, I thought for a moment you might be one too." He rubbed his stomach, "I'll tell you what. You've got some kick!" He laughed, and finished loading the guns. The lights flickered and blood-curling howl flowed through the night. Dylan's eyes grew wide, a gray blur shot past the window. "Megan…" Dylan whispered. Jer turned, "How do you know?" He turned quickly. Dylan darted towards him, "I just know okay! Don't kill her," ,he said firmly. Jer was beside himself, but he sighed…"Fine." He saw other figures move past the window. "Oh, damn! There are a whole pack of 'em!" Dylan turned, just as a zap came from the lights. "They took out the power!" She turned half- terrified, half-amazed. Jer flipped the light, "The generator is down too. The power is not coming back and dark approaches." He grabbed his gun, "Dylan, stay here." He handed her a pistol, "If its necessary." She nodded, and Jer ran up stairs. All was silent, she peered out the window, "What the?" Nothing was there. She peered closer squinting. It was silence up stairs and down, outside the crickets could be heard. Then the glass shattered and Dylan flew back, smashing against the cabinets, "Ugh!" She groaned. She squinted and the figure standing above her staring back into her eyes terrified her. She was 7'2 her eyes glowed yellow. They were filled with a hunger, for blood, and a lust to kill. Dylan looked into her eyes horrified. Her fangs dripped of hot, saliva and she curled her lips back in a snarl, the horrid beast of burden walked on her hunches. Her fur was hued gray with a black tint. And she was just inches from Dylan's face, her claws dripped his blood as she stared right into Dylan's eyes, putting her in a trance like state. The hot breath, smelt rotten and brushed her face, Dylan couldn't move she fought with all her soul and the she-werewolf prepared to tear her to shreds. "Megan…" She whispered, and then the beast leapt. And Dylan whirled to the side and whispered, "I'm sorry…" She grabbed the pocketknife out of her pants and jabbed it in her shoulder, the silver burned her, and she wailed and screamed, thrashing and writhing in pain and ripped it out of her shoulder. The silver had an effect on her, but Megan had gotten it out just in time to survive. For if left in to long, death was certain. All the sudden the silence was broken as a shotgun when off upstairs, howls and snarls could be heard. Megan whirled around, and jumped on the table. Dylan scrambled up, "Oh no…" They were surrounded, a pack of twelve. She could hear their calls, their snarls, howls and growls. The window crashed upstairs and Jer, fell backwards down the stairs, he scrambled up. "Run like hell!" He pushed Dylan out the door and shot at the werewolves. Megan ducked, but they kept running. "Don't look in their eyes!" Dylan yelled and they ran for the clearing. The beasts were on their heels; Dylan turned and saw the creatures running swiftly next to her. They looked so majestic and beautiful. She stopped, once again in a trance as they stalked around her. Jer was ahead of her and did not notice what had happened. Dylan felt their hot breath, as they got closer, she stood still, they reached the point where Dylan could reach out and touch their bloody snarling teeth. She realized just then what was happening. Dylan dropped to her knees, and thought. Her mind raced a thousand miles an hour. She thought of one thing, the first thing that came to mind. Be them. Act like them. She let out a howl, it sounded more like a wail, but she did it once more and it came out clearer, they howled back. And when Dylan saw her escape way, she jumped up and kicked the wolf in the jaw, he snarled. And she rolled under him and ran off into the distance. Heading after Jer, she huffed, adrenaline high. She could hear angry snarls behind her. But, Dylan just kept running, she saw the waterfall, and dashed over to it and walked behind it. And collapsed at the back of the cave breathing heavily. "Glad you could make it." Jer said. He smiled. And breathed heavily, panting. "I thought you were a goner." She lay on her back, panting. "That was so dam scary, I think I dropped my heart…Oh, my God! Those things are crazy!" She closed her eyes and tried to calm down. But, she peered out side and the snarling beasts of rage, rampaged towards them. Dylan tore out and hit the tree line at a fast stride. But, she stopped. Eyes watered terror inflicted her. She turned and saw the most horrifying site that any man, human, or animal could ever see. The alpha. He was huge, at 7 ft 5. He was a force to be reckon with, he stood, still not a sound came from his throat, but he breathed deep and heavy, he could see Dylan perfectly, He could feel her fear. Oh how he hungered! He could easily kill Dylan with a snap of his jaws; his teeth were 6 inches long, and stained with blood. Blood came from his mouth a fresh kill nearby. Yet, his appetite was not filled. His eyes glazed with lusting for blood, the meat the flesh. Oh the flesh! The hunt the greatness the hunt! Dylan had no weapon, but she remembered something. A gun, the gun with the one silver bullet, she took from Megan that night. She pulled it out of her pocked and with lighting speed, and fired. A terrible roar was heard for miles, the horrid noise and shrieks of the beast, could be heard. It burned in his flesh, and he yowled and spat drooling, he felt utter hatred and pain, he fell crippled. Screaming, oh the pain! Oh the pain! Dozens of beasts scrambled and snarled. Spiting and yowling Oh how they wanted to do away with the beast that threatened the pack. The werewolf clawed and ripped the bullet from its chest. Oh! Freedom! Glorious relief from the bullet of death he felt. Eyes a blaze, mad with rage and anger, he turned. The rest of the pack faced her. Teeth bared drooling dripping with spit. Madness enveloped them. Jer grabbed Dylan; she was caught in the moment of near death and so close to the magnificent creatures of hell and fury. And with that they dashed off…skimming through the forest Jer, dragged her and she ran with out will. And he dashed into the shed, and Dylan fell to the ground and Jer boarded it up and turned, "You are forever in danger, Dylan, be weary now…For They now are your worst fear; Dylan…They want your blood." Dylan sat there terrified, thinking. The night of hell was not over yet. The demon of the night snarled, his eyes glinted with hatred. Oh, how she would pay! Is all he could think of for that dreadful pain, for that silver, for that! Oh, she would suffer a fate worse then death! He thought, snarling. His eyes grew black, and wide. He felt it, the tingle. The scent. Human. His ears drew back, muscles rippling, and he let out a bark, a short bark. And the Pack came out of foliage and the forest. They stood, silent and obedient; they were smart as human and deadlier then any wolf, man or creature in this world. They had one night to hunt, and this was their night. Not a hunt would be wasted and if their prey was to out wit them or in Dylan's case, out run and escape with weapons. They would return and kill them off when the next full moon arose, and this time without failure or they would turn them. For Dylan they thought, would be a glorious werewolf. She was strong, brave, fast and smart. Everything they could want. The werewolves had a huge advantage. They had the gift of imagination, something so awe striking and beautiful. But! In the Lycanthrope's case…a deadly awesome weapon, which could unleash hell upon prey. And it worked beautifully if they prey lacked imagination and was the ultimate death trap for it. The Garou looked attentively and in there native lounge spoke with grunts, growls, howls, snarls, barks, body language and telepathy. The alpha spoke, with precision, they now were in sight, the prey. And one small low, bark. They pack split. The horse reared, "Whoa, fellow! It's all right; the beasts are far from here. Its just a deer." He patted the horse's neck and it's nostrils quivered. He sensed him he smelt him. He wanted to run, but he trusted his master and stayed still, his ears cupping forward, and eyes darting widely as he breathed harder, and harder, sweating. A shriek of death was heard just a few miles to the North. The man jerked the rein, "RUN! Yah! Yah! Cherokee run! Yah!" He kicked and the horse dashed, filled with terror, as he felt something gaining, his legs strained as he sweat, and dashed, the man turned, "Oh, dear God!" The creature gained on him, his muscles were unbelievable and he ran with such a swiftness, the man was awed and traced as the creature, took as few paces left and leapt. His jaws opened, and eyes fixed upon him, as he saw the great beast leap at him. The horse reared, a fear like no other over whelmed him and he fell back, the man rolled just to the side and the creature was gone. He scrambled to his feet, and leaned over the black horse, "Cherokee?" But the horse lay stone dead. Dead of fright, he had turned completely white. The man got up and He was terrified and a horrendous roar was heard as the beast leapt upon him and tore his throat out, and he howled. As his devoured the man, gorging himself, and he lifted his muzzle to the great Dog Moon and howled, his muzzle filled with blood. He seemed to have a smirk on his face, this was the glorious feast, that on each full moon they yearned and lived for. The pack feasted upon the horse and men, and when the sun arose, not a man remained nor horse, and there were no werewolves just blood. Dylan lay shaking in the shed, and Jer, held his gun, griping it, Dylan heard everything and she writhed with horrid images of the beasts devoting and tearing the men and horses to pieces. And Megan! Oh, she prayed Megan was okay. The journal of Megan… When we first arrived in this town I received this journal. From where, I mustn't say. For it would be a great danger to you all and my safety. For now they are hunting poor Dylan and me. I do wish dear Dylan was left out of this fight, this horrid war; that we battle now. And have been, ever since they came after me. Why did I have to go on that study! Oh, my young curious mind craved to find what was out there! Well, now I have gotten what I wanted, more then I wanted and I have to live with it. But, now I must live with this curse! I have kept Dylan away from my shifts and lead her to safety, but now I cannot protect here, the town is far. And this is the only house around. I do not have time to lead her elsewhere. For then the shifts will begin and I fear that my unstable self would do something horrid to the poor thing! I cannot even say it. Oh, how I loathe my beast form…Usually. Yet, tonight I seem to be in such tune with it and I unusually happy with being a werewolf, I fear this. This has been m first entry in this nifty little book. I hope it is not my last, but what the moon brings, cannot be predicted. All I hope is that Dylan is not bitten. For the beasts that roam here, are a great many of evil. I can only pray that Dylan survives the night. I must go now, for I can sense the shifts coming, I must leave before Dylan or Jer are injured or worse. I bid you good day journal. Sincerely, Megan The wind blew overhead, it was just dawn, sun rising up upon the horizon. It 'twas a beautiful sight, the oranges the yellows and the reds, blended in a spectrum of color. But, the forest birds, and all the animals were weary. For last night was a night from Hell, the deer were just peering out. Even the usually fearless old magpie, did not flinch from his perch. Megan lay in the middle of a wooded patch, branches crackled and snapped, as she opened her eyes, and glanced; her head moved only a few inches. She was sore, and shaking, from fatigue. Megan's clothes were tattered, and she had cuts on her arms. She slowly inched up, and leaned against the crackling birch wood and trees, coughing and breathing heavily. She had barley any memory of what had happened she felt, like someone had hit her over the head with a bat, mixed with a hangover. She groaned, and looked up the world finally had stopped spinning. She twisted over and steadied herself; then slowly gripped the birch bark and trees, and brought herself up. "Oh, Ah!" She groaned managing to stand, as she tried to ignore the soreness, all over her body. Megan lost her grip, but suddenly, she felt a hand help her up. She looked up to see a young girl, "Not a day past seventeen." Megan thought; as she observed the young girl, she was very pretty. Her name was Lypse, and she had wavy dark brown hair. She was 5'7, and had dark brown eyes, but what Megan noticed the most was her necklace. Her eyes widened as she peered at it. It was a beautiful gold with a strange pendent around it, shimmering in the sunlight as it dangled on the gold chain. "Are you okay!" she asked, she darted around Megan, checking for any cuts. Once Megan was steadied on her feet, she turned, trying to shake the drowsiness from her eyes. "Yes, I… Believe so." She glanced at Lypse, "Wha' time it it?" She cracked her neck, as she turned it, Lypse cringed. And said quickly. "Its just 'bout dawn." Megan gasped and tore off. "Oh, I hope she is alrigh'!" She leapt over a crushed bark tree, almost stumbling. Lypse chased after her, dashing, her heart racing wondering what could be up. Though she had a very vague idea, of why Megan was dashing so quickly to find something…Or someone; and why she was laying in the middle of the woods…All alone. Megan ran across, swaying as she struggled to keep balance while running across a log, she slipped and jumped up grabbing onto the earth as she hung and she pushed her self up against the ledge and swung her self up around on the log, and hopped up upon it and, jumped on to the bank. And kept running, Lypse stopped, never had she seen such a feat! But, she stood there for another reason. As well as every animal in that forest did. Deer, dare not leap, nor a bird move. They allowed Megan to pass, for they had seen the blood shed of the past nights, and knew what the pang of worry she felt in her gut. Megan did not notice, but if she dared turn around she would have seen a great white wolf standing behind her and Lypse was gone; but in her place stood the great White Wolf. And she was silent and watchful, and she followed her swiftly. Without a sound, she seemed to glide, for Lypse had been following Megan protecting her. She was the great white wolf, a loner of the forest. Megan reached the house, she ran inside and pushed open the door, falling in. "Dylan! Jer?" She yelled, not an answer. She scrambled up dashing into the back of the house, a bloody bullet casing lay on the floor. Megan ran faster, and bolted to the shed, sliding almost it to it, she kicked down the door. Dylan screamed and Jer woke up, "Megan!" She scrambled up and stood, "Thank God your alive!" Megan managed to blurt out, among the hysteria, and babbling. She turned, "Oh, some young gal' 'elped me tonight." Megan turned. But, she did not see Lypse. "Wha' the 'ell?" Megan whirled around. She peered around and then saw Lypse. She was human once again, but the change was not evident to Megan. For she had not seen it happen, nor did she realize the white wolf following her. `Lypse smiled, panting. "Damn! You're a fast one!" She grinned, out of breath. "Well, I was bloody nervous." Megan smirked. "Too righ'!" Lypse gave a grin to Jer. "Is everyone alright?" She asked. Megan nodded, "Thankfully." And turned back to the shed. Jer was standing in the entrance. Grinning back at Lypse and his head snapped up to Megan. "Well, barely! I mean their was a whole…" He smirked for a minute. "As you would say it Meg, a whole bloody pack of them chasing after us. Including you." Megan sneered. And grabbed Jer, "Don't eva' speak of my pack tha' way." She dropped Jer, who was surprised and trembled. "Wha' is happing to me." Megan was having trouble. Her human side was curious in the wolves. But, didn't much like them. But, alas her wolf side…She loved her kin, her pack. She was torn. They weren't so evil. It was just the way they lived. But those thoughts were snapped out of Megan's mind. "Did I try…To…Kill you Dyl?" She asked, a quiver in her voice. Dylan nodded, slowly. "And, you came very close. I shot you." She handed Megan the pistol. And then Megan understood the pain in her shoulder the wound there. As she stood there the pistol in her hand, and the wind weaving through her brown wavy hair, she looked at it. She could shoot her self, but that would do no good. Not for Dylan and the others. She decided against it. Dylan gasped and stumbled over. "Meg! You're bleeding still!" She had not noticed. In the shock and awe, she could not even breathe. She stared, and the world seemed to spin, but then it slowed, as Dylan ran into the house scrambled through and got some water, and Jer ran over and ripped his shirt sleeve off and wrapped it around her shoulder to stop the bleeding. Megan was leaning up against the tree. Lypse ran came out of the woods with some herbs and special leaves. And rubbed them on the wound before Jer had tied it. "There, tha' should help the pain." She smiled. As Dylan gave her some water and finally Megan was strong enough to stand once again. Lypse had a bit of an Australian accent in her voice when she talk, though Jer had a bit of a hard time understanding it at times Megan and Dylan had no problem. "Herbs and a bit of pressure. Tha'll 'elp!" She grinned. Jer did his best to understand her. He smiled and stood up. "That should hold till it heals up. Its just a graze wound. But it may have scraped an artery for it was bleeding like hell. Just lay low for a few days. Lets go in the house." Megan nodded. "Yes, I want 'ear your night from 'ell, and I'll tell you mine. Ugh, Jer 'ave you got any bloody Advil or liquor my head is pounding…" Jer laughed, "I believe we have one of those." |