There was a werewolf on my chest, growling. It’s eyes weren’t the colour that I’d been told all werewolves had. They were pale green. I knew those eyes.
“Will?” I asked quietly.
Recognition sparked in his eyes and he stopped growling. Before I could say anything, Phoenix fired the pistol. It hit werewolf-Will in the side, Celeste slammed into him, sending them sprawling. Spike grabbed Celeste and pushed her out the way as the werewolf struck. It sunk its teeth into Spike’s shoulder. Spike, screaming in pain, managed to shove the wolf away. The wolf – Will – ran as fast as he could in the other direction, away from us. I got up off the road.
“I’ll go finish that one. Don’t want it healing now, do we?” I asked.
“I’ll go with you,” volunteered Phoenix.
“No!” I exclaimed. “I mean, no, don’t worry. I’ll be alright.”
I ran after the wolf, following the trail of blood. The bullet was on the floor in a pool of fresh blood. The trail began to thicken until it led to the wolf itself. He was lying on his side at the end of a dark alley. His breathing was becoming difficult. His pale green eyes looked at me. He whined slightly. I knelt beside him.
“Will, I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I need to get you somewhere you can heal without being shot again. I know!”
I reached a hand out. His fur was rough and matted with drying blood. I concentrated. I knew I could do it. When Faron turned me, he passed on some of his powers. I pictured my old bedroom and suddenly we were there, on the laminate flooring of my room.
I stood up and ran down the stairs, to the kitchen. I flung the cupboards open, pulling the medicine box out. I rummaged through it, pulling out some bandages. I grabbed them and ran back up the stairs as fast as I could.
Will hadn't moved much, not at all. I touched his shoulder gently. His eyes flicked open and he looked at me. I moved my hand to where the bullet had been. The wound was causing him difficulty breathing. It must have punctured a lung.
"Oh, Will, I don't know what to do," I said, my voice thick with tears.
He put his large paw on my knee, before knocking the bandages out of my hand. I didn't understand at first, but then I realised he wanted me to wrap the bandages around him. I opened the packets and wrapped them tightly around his chest. When I was nearly done, his breathing got easier; he was healing himself.
After a few more minutes, he slowly got up. When he was stood on four legs, I threw my arms around his neck. My tears became ones of joy. I'd met this guy once and I was already crying over him. I kissed his nose and fell back onto the floor, my legs underneath me.
Will changed back into a human. His chest was bare but he at least had some shorts on. The bandages around his chest were a bit looser but they stayed up. He smiled at me and hugged me. His smell comforted me for some reason - even though he smelt like a wet dog.
"They'll be wondering where you are," he whispered in my ear.
"I don't care. I'm just glad you're okay," I murmured.
"Where are we?"
"This is my old house, where I used to live. My family turned up at the mansion so they're currently locked in the basement."
"They're getting on my nerves."
Will smiled and kissed me. It was warm, like it had been the first time. He was warm, he was still alive. I wasn't. I pulled away from him reluctantly.
"We shouldn't do this," I whispered.
"No, we shouldn't."
"I mean, we really shouldn't."
"No," he said quietly.
Instead of moving away from each other, we kissed again.