So here is another thing that you need to know about me. When I feel scarred, anxious, nervous, anything along those lines. If I'm not having a panic attack. Then I'm trying to cover it up with jokes. Which is what I'm doing now. As I watch werewolfs fight.

WHO THE FUCK CAME UP WITH THIS SHIT! WEREWOLFS FIGHTING! HELL WHO FUCKING THOUGHT OF WEREWOLFS I MEAN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK! THEY ARE JUST SUPPOSE TO BE A THEME OR CREATURE IN A BOOK!

As I hung onto the pool wall, I watched as James kind of had a hard time getting out of the pool. Well, I think that's what his name is. I don't know their werewolf names. Or whatever so we will just stick to Human names.

Each wolf was about 7-8ft tall. Travis was a complete black one, while James was Black, but with a blueish tint to him. Cole, was a brown wolf. He reminded me of Jacob Black off of Twilight. (sadly I've seen that movie.)

I watched as James finally got out of the pool. Walking over to Travis, and getting in his face. Both boys/dogs were trying to stand taller than the other. But both ending up at the same hight. Apparently Travis didn't like that. As Travis lunged towards James, tackling him to the ground.

Oh I see. So James can't be tackled in human form, but he can be tackled when he weighs a ton, and is a big ass fucking dog. Makes since.

I couldn't move as I watched James land on his back with Travis on top of him. Trying to get a good bite into James' neck. I wasn't the only one who seemed to notice this, as Cole ran to help Travis. Or so I thought. But right when Cole got there, he jumped on Travis. Trying to stop his brother from killing his other brother.

Travis jumped off of a pissed off looking wolf James, and went after Cole, nipping but not going for the kill with Cole. James took Travis's distraction as a weakness, and pounced. Knocking Travis to the ground, and getting a good bite into Travis's shoulder(I think that's what you call it.)

"NO!" I screamed. For some reason, I could stand Travis killing James. But I couldn't stand someone killing Travis. No matter how much I hated him, I couldn't lose him.

My scream caused all three wolfs to look at me.

I probably looked like a scared little girl right now. But I didn't care. I was scared. In fact I was terrifid. I thought I knew fear. But now, I know the true meaning of the word. I got out of the pool, on the deep end. Pulling myself up the wall with shaky hands.

Finally when I got out, and stood up, Travis growled. (Probably cause of the swimsuit.)

"Oh shut up." I rolled my eyes at him.

Where the fuck did that courage come from? I just told a big ass wolf to shut up, and rolled my eyes at him. When he could kill me any second.......GO ME!

That moment was short lived as James decided to take Travis distraction as an advantage. But I wasn't going to let that happen. I don't know where it came from, or how the fuck I did it. But out of no where, some type of energy seemed to shoot threw me, causing everything to go in slow motion.

James jaw was moving towards Travis's bare neck, but at a very slower rate than before. I knew that bite would kill Travis. And again some reason I knew I couldn't let that happen. So I did the only fucking thing I could think of.

I bulldozed James. And let me tell you. I was in completely surprise when everything turned back to normal speed that James was across the patio area, letting out a whine. I watched James as he tried but failed to get up.

Oops.

I looked around, but didn't see Travis anywhere. Then I heard a whine under me. I was standing about Travis's big ass wolf. I wasn't standing on him. But I was standing over him in a protective stance.

Again....what the fuck?

Travis was smiling at me (I guess you could call that a wolf grin.) with his tonged hanging out of his mouth. I was still over him, looking down into his wolf like black eyes, getting lost in them. When all the sudden I wasn't. I don't know what happened. But all I can say is ow. All I felt was complete pain. I couldn't see anything. It was as if my eye's were closed and wouldn't open. I couldn't scream from the pain cause my throat felt like it was closed. Yet some how, I could breath.

But I could hear everything.

I could hear and feel the roar of two wolfs, and the whimper of another. I could hear the shredding of skin and the howls of pain. I could hear all of this and I don't know how long it lasted. But all I kept thinking about was Travis was a werewolf, and that he had to be ok.

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I don't know how long I was laying, or sitting or whatever here for. But out of no where, the howling, the tearing, growls, whimpers, everything just stopped. There was no sound.

Then something wet touched my face, causing sparks to shoot through my cheek. I wanted to swat it away, but I couldn't move my hand. It happened again and again, but I still couldn't move to swat it away. I heard a whimper that seemed to come from right in front of me, it sounded like a painful whimper that made my heart want to break in two.

Then I heard bones snapping again. (That was not a good sound. I'll tell you that.)

"Max." Travis said softly. I felt his hand rest on my cheek, causing the sparks to return. "Max open your eyes."

I tired I really did. But I couldn't.

"Max please. Please open your eyes." I felt another hand then sparks on my other cheek.

I couldn't open my eyes. I tired with everything I had, but I couldn't do it.

"Max. Move your hand. Do something. Give me a sign that your ok." Travis pleaded.

But I couldn't give him what he wanted. I couldn't move anything. I couldn't tell him I was ok. I couldn't open my mouth. Nothing.

"Max."

Something wet hit my bare leg. Then another, and another, and another. It took me awhile, but I finally understood that Travis was crying. That was the only thing that added up. Unless it was someone else in front of me. But no one could cause the sparks Travis could.

"Travis we need to take her to the Pack doctor." Cole said. "She might have a chance at surviving this if we get her there soon."

This seemed to snatch Travis out of his depressive state. "Your right." His voice came out scratchy. You could tell he was crying. "Call Doctor M. Tell him we are on our way, and that Max is the number one priority. Then call Mom and Dad. Tell them what happened." I felt myself being picked up,and cradled to a hard, warm chest that sent sparks throughout my left side. While sparks where shooting on my right side from where Travis's hands touched me.

There was just something about Travis that made me feel complete. something that no other guy that I dated or kissed or whatever else could make me feel.

"Cole. Don't tell Mom or anyone else about James being alive. Do you understand me?" Travis growled. I wanted to rub my hand over his chest, to calm him down. His brother just saved him....I think. He didn't need to be yelling at him. Or growling.

"Yes. Just get her to he hospital. I'll take care of the rest."

That was the last thing I heard before I could no longer hear or feel anything. As my world turned to complete silence and I stayed in darkness.