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Authors: James Martins
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Fantasy, Contemporary, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Paranormal & Urban
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throat. Trying to keep her alive.
Half of my mind was saying, 'give up, she's dead, it's over.' While the other half of my mind was screaming, 'Shut the hell up!'
I beat her chest 'till she was black and blue. 1, 2, 3. Take another gulp of breath, blow it down her throat, beat her chest 1, 2, 3. It didn't seem to be working.
"Come on! COME ON!" I yelled.
"Give up. It's over." I felt an ice cold hand on mine.
I jerked my hand free from the Grim Reaper's grasp.
I looked up to see Brendan on the other side of the table, his hand sending smoke into the air from me, while my hand had an ugly frostbitten bruise forming.
"Thought you left." I spat.
"I would never." he hissed.
I realized there was tear sliding down his face, now landing on Moon's. Probably what I was doing as well. I wiped away the golden tear away from my face, pissed at myself.
Someone padded into the room, whining, whimpering.
The two wolves padded into the room, now fully grown.
They grow up fast
Mine, the one that I asked Brendan to give to Moon, was Sunfire. A female Wolf Warrior with midnight black fur and bright amber eyes. The other was Whitestorm, a male white wolf with a light gray tinge to his fur, very fierce and strong.
Sunfire whimpered again, upset for Moon's death. Whitestorm growled at her, pissed, probably telling her to shut up. Sunfire growled back.
I couldn't take it anymore. I ran outside in the front yard, bending down and throwing up. Retching, after it was all out, I collapsed on the front porch. It's not possible. Moon is dead.
She's dead.
I screamed into the night, not realizing that the wolves had followed me until they howled, letting all their sadness flow into the night.
Chapter 13
Brendan's P.O.V.
The stupid fool was throwing up in my front yard. Disgusting. I grimaced, knowing pretty soon I was going to throw up or kill Anthony if he didn't stop banging on the basement door. Well, I did lock him in there.
"Just shut the hell up and focus!" I hissed to myself.
Maybe there's a little more time, just a little bit more.
Drew's P.O.V.
"Ugh," I groaned.
I wiped the rest of the foul bile off of my face with my sleeve, but realizing it was my favorite leather jacket, I shrugged it off and threw it on the one of the lawn chairs. I stormed back into the kitchen, still seeing Moon on the table dying.
"Hurry the hell up!" I shouted.
"I least I was actually doing something while you were outside shooting chunks of vomit onto my lawn!" Brendan hissed.
I grabbed him by his shirt collar, "You listen here- Ouch!"
I rubbed my wrist where the needle had punctured me, seeing another ugly bruise of ice coating it. Steam rose as the ice melted against my skin.
"What the hell are you doing with that?" I spat.
He ignored me and stabbed Moon with the needle in the wrist, where I bit her.
"Her skin is scorching hot to the touch, if I waited here for the ice cream man to show up, her body would've been engulfed in flames." he growled.
"You don't like ice cream." I pointed out.
"Exactly." he hissed.
Brendan took out the needle, blood slightly seeping from the small wound.
"Now what?" I asked.
"We wait." he shoved me out of the way, reaching for a cloth to cover Moon's wound.
"How long." I hissed, keeping my eyes on Moon.
"It's going to take a while, since both of our venoms are inside her body. Going to take long for them both to combine, then we'll wait 'till the transformation is done. So in total, maybe a couple days. But if it isn't enough to revive her..." he trailed off.
"She might be just like me." I breathed happily.
Brendan's eyes shot to my face, "In your dreams."
"Well she won't be like you either." I muttered.
"She already was." his voice was hoarse.
"Then she will be like me." I realized.
"There's a possibility about that comment. But it's 50-50 chance about both situations."
"If she does end up like me, would you kill me," I asked, taking Moon's
Half of my mind was saying, 'give up, she's dead, it's over.' While the other half of my mind was screaming, 'Shut the hell up!'
I beat her chest 'till she was black and blue. 1, 2, 3. Take another gulp of breath, blow it down her throat, beat her chest 1, 2, 3. It didn't seem to be working.
"Come on! COME ON!" I yelled.
"Give up. It's over." I felt an ice cold hand on mine.
I jerked my hand free from the Grim Reaper's grasp.
I looked up to see Brendan on the other side of the table, his hand sending smoke into the air from me, while my hand had an ugly frostbitten bruise forming.
"Thought you left." I spat.
"I would never." he hissed.
I realized there was tear sliding down his face, now landing on Moon's. Probably what I was doing as well. I wiped away the golden tear away from my face, pissed at myself.
Someone padded into the room, whining, whimpering.
The two wolves padded into the room, now fully grown.
They grow up fast
Mine, the one that I asked Brendan to give to Moon, was Sunfire. A female Wolf Warrior with midnight black fur and bright amber eyes. The other was Whitestorm, a male white wolf with a light gray tinge to his fur, very fierce and strong.
Sunfire whimpered again, upset for Moon's death. Whitestorm growled at her, pissed, probably telling her to shut up. Sunfire growled back.
I couldn't take it anymore. I ran outside in the front yard, bending down and throwing up. Retching, after it was all out, I collapsed on the front porch. It's not possible. Moon is dead.
She's dead.
I screamed into the night, not realizing that the wolves had followed me until they howled, letting all their sadness flow into the night.
Chapter 13
Brendan's P.O.V.
The stupid fool was throwing up in my front yard. Disgusting. I grimaced, knowing pretty soon I was going to throw up or kill Anthony if he didn't stop banging on the basement door. Well, I did lock him in there.
"Just shut the hell up and focus!" I hissed to myself.
Maybe there's a little more time, just a little bit more.
Drew's P.O.V.
"Ugh," I groaned.
I wiped the rest of the foul bile off of my face with my sleeve, but realizing it was my favorite leather jacket, I shrugged it off and threw it on the one of the lawn chairs. I stormed back into the kitchen, still seeing Moon on the table dying.
"Hurry the hell up!" I shouted.
"I least I was actually doing something while you were outside shooting chunks of vomit onto my lawn!" Brendan hissed.
I grabbed him by his shirt collar, "You listen here- Ouch!"
I rubbed my wrist where the needle had punctured me, seeing another ugly bruise of ice coating it. Steam rose as the ice melted against my skin.
"What the hell are you doing with that?" I spat.
He ignored me and stabbed Moon with the needle in the wrist, where I bit her.
"Her skin is scorching hot to the touch, if I waited here for the ice cream man to show up, her body would've been engulfed in flames." he growled.
"You don't like ice cream." I pointed out.
"Exactly." he hissed.
Brendan took out the needle, blood slightly seeping from the small wound.
"Now what?" I asked.
"We wait." he shoved me out of the way, reaching for a cloth to cover Moon's wound.
"How long." I hissed, keeping my eyes on Moon.
"It's going to take a while, since both of our venoms are inside her body. Going to take long for them both to combine, then we'll wait 'till the transformation is done. So in total, maybe a couple days. But if it isn't enough to revive her..." he trailed off.
"She might be just like me." I breathed happily.
Brendan's eyes shot to my face, "In your dreams."
"Well she won't be like you either." I muttered.
"She already was." his voice was hoarse.
"Then she will be like me." I realized.
"There's a possibility about that comment. But it's 50-50 chance about both situations."
"If she does end up like me, would you kill me," I asked, taking Moon's
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