We could hear them behind us, forcing us to run faster. My legs seemed to have a mind of their own. William was a little ahead in our race against the werewolves. If someone should see us…I stopped the thought. I was no longer at the top of the social chain. I needn’t worry about the little things. William’s arm caught me about the waist and he flung me into the alley. I stumbled but regained my footing. I sprinted to catch William, edging the corner. Brick cut my arm and I gasped at the sharp pain.
William turned to look at me, legs still taking him quickly away. “Rebecca!” He shouted, stopping. Why had he–
Something slammed into my back and I hit the ground with such force I was breathless and my whole body was pained. A wolf, easily three times my weight, was pinning me to the ground. The wolf was not looking at me. It was looking at William. Fear clamped my mouth shut and my body incapable of movement. My breathing had stopped altogether and my lungs were begging for breath. A small trail of breath slipped through my nose, drawing the wolf’s attention back to me. William had not yet moved, and I was scared.
“Rebecca, do not move, whatever you do. Do not be afraid.” William’s voice was calm, but I could not see him, which did not help my panicked state.
A growl trickled from the wolf’s enormous muzzle, and a glob of saliva fell onto my neck. I whimpered and William said, “Rebecca, hush. It is all right. You will be all right.” By the tone in his voice, I did not know who he was trying to reassure–me or him. Either way, I do not think he was very successful.
The wolf ran his long tongue over my face and gave a bark that left my ears ringing. He then looked at William, and moved away, going back to the second werewolf. Together, they turned and ran into the darkness.
My breath was coming in short gasps, and I was on the verge of tears. Do not cry, I told myself. You are weak if you cry! At least cry in a private place. I sat up, hissing at the burning sensation on my arm. The cloth was ripped. Blood stained as well. My arm burned and the brick had cut a rather large, rather jagged, gash. I stood up, my legs wobbling. William caught me by my forearm, careful of the wound.
“Let’s get ourselves home, shall we? We need to clean you up, and then I say we get some sleep.” With that, he left me to catch up as he walked ahead.
William walked confidently, like he had nothing to fear on these streets–not even those enormous wolves. Wolves. Why was that word grating on the back of my mind? Oh, sweet Jesus. “William,” I whispered, trying to keep my breathing steady and not frantic. He turned around to look at me, head tilted to the side in that adorable expression of confusion. “Those were werewolves,” I told him, my eyes pinched in nervousness.
He walked closer to me. “You catch on very quick, Rebeca Winter. An admirable trait. I did not realize you carried it,” he told me.
“That’s why they understood you, and why they left when you told them to, correct?” I turned around, looking behind me in fear. “They would not come after us again, would they? Not after they attacked us the first time?”
“Not tonight, Rebecca.” He took my arm in his warm hand. “Not tonight.”