already made short work of one of the other shooters. The lifeless body of his victim slumped over Nathan's rosebushes like a macabre lawn ornament.
As soon as the last attacker lay dead on the ground, the world sped up to its normal pace. I ran over to Collin who was kneeling on the ground staring at his hands.
"What just happened to us?" Collin asked, dumbfounded. I couldn't have answered him if I wanted to. When everything else went back to normal, so did the pain from my wounds. Smoke billowed out of the bullet holes in my body, and then I blacked out.
***
I groggily opened my eyes to the sound of metal clinking against metal. A bright light pierced my retinas and I quickly shut them again.
"She’s coming around, Nathan. We have to get the last of the silver out before the damage becomes permanent." Harpers voice sounded frantic. I wondered what was wrong.
Footsteps echoed off the hardwood floor and I heard a door open and then close.
"How are they doing?" Milo asked, entering the room.
"Collin only had a couple bullets in him. The retrieval was easy. We're just waiting for him to wake up. Ember on the other hand was covered in holes," Nathan answered.
I could feel something long and cold dig into my arm. I struggled not to yell out. The pain was almost unbearable. Imagine being stabbed and burned all at once and then maybe, just maybe, you'd understand what it felt like. As soon as the silver was pulled clear of the wound, the relief was instant.
"That was the last of them," said Nathan. He dropped the final bullet into the bowl and sighed. He sounded exhausted. It seemed to be a trend for him when he was around me.
I tried to open my eyes again and my second attempt was successful. I was lying on the pool table on my back. Harper was bandaging up my arm and Nathan was cleaning up bloody rags and instruments.
"Where's Collin?" I asked through a dry throat. Harper lifted my head and brought a cup to my lips.
"Here Hun...drink. Collin's in the other room. He is doing fine."
I took a small sip of the room temperature water and coughed it back up. I pushed the cup away from me and sat up. I was relieved to hear about Collin. His stomach wound had looked pretty bad. The fear and rage that engulfed me when I saw him shot was a feeling that would haunt me forever.
"Why couldn't I shift earlier?" I thought aloud. I ran my fingers over my gums. Everything was coming back to me and I began to panic. There was no evidence of the fangs that were there earlier. I jumped off the table in mid shift. Silver fur spilled over my entire body and I landed on all fours next to Milo. I paced the room for a short time, just to feel my wolf again, before I shifted back. I didn't lose her. I could still become my wolf. With that assurance, my panic began to recede.
I shifted back into human form and said, “As soon as Collin wakes up, we all have to talk." I looked around the room at confused and worried faces. I had a feeling that this latest attack had everything to do with the missing werewolves from the apartment building. Milo must have stumbled upon something. That something must be pretty important to warrant a full out attack in public. The one thing every supernatural being knows is that our survival depended on anonymity. Obviously, someone wanted one or all of us dead bad enough to risk outing us. Bring it on asshole...whoever you are. Challenge accepted.
Ember. Are you okay? The sound of Collin’s voice caressed the inside of my head. He was awake.
Yes, I'm okay, I reassured him. Our link went quiet for a few moments then he whispered.
I was so scared that I would lose you. There was blood everywhere... I drank those men dry, Ember. What's happening to us? I thought about it and without hard answers from my vampire ancestor, Naomi, all I could come up with was one thing.
Somehow, we became vampires, I waited for him to blow up on me. I expected him to yell, say, or do something to show how pissed off he was
As soon as the last attacker lay dead on the ground, the world sped up to its normal pace. I ran over to Collin who was kneeling on the ground staring at his hands.
"What just happened to us?" Collin asked, dumbfounded. I couldn't have answered him if I wanted to. When everything else went back to normal, so did the pain from my wounds. Smoke billowed out of the bullet holes in my body, and then I blacked out.
***
I groggily opened my eyes to the sound of metal clinking against metal. A bright light pierced my retinas and I quickly shut them again.
"She’s coming around, Nathan. We have to get the last of the silver out before the damage becomes permanent." Harpers voice sounded frantic. I wondered what was wrong.
Footsteps echoed off the hardwood floor and I heard a door open and then close.
"How are they doing?" Milo asked, entering the room.
"Collin only had a couple bullets in him. The retrieval was easy. We're just waiting for him to wake up. Ember on the other hand was covered in holes," Nathan answered.
I could feel something long and cold dig into my arm. I struggled not to yell out. The pain was almost unbearable. Imagine being stabbed and burned all at once and then maybe, just maybe, you'd understand what it felt like. As soon as the silver was pulled clear of the wound, the relief was instant.
"That was the last of them," said Nathan. He dropped the final bullet into the bowl and sighed. He sounded exhausted. It seemed to be a trend for him when he was around me.
I tried to open my eyes again and my second attempt was successful. I was lying on the pool table on my back. Harper was bandaging up my arm and Nathan was cleaning up bloody rags and instruments.
"Where's Collin?" I asked through a dry throat. Harper lifted my head and brought a cup to my lips.
"Here Hun...drink. Collin's in the other room. He is doing fine."
I took a small sip of the room temperature water and coughed it back up. I pushed the cup away from me and sat up. I was relieved to hear about Collin. His stomach wound had looked pretty bad. The fear and rage that engulfed me when I saw him shot was a feeling that would haunt me forever.
"Why couldn't I shift earlier?" I thought aloud. I ran my fingers over my gums. Everything was coming back to me and I began to panic. There was no evidence of the fangs that were there earlier. I jumped off the table in mid shift. Silver fur spilled over my entire body and I landed on all fours next to Milo. I paced the room for a short time, just to feel my wolf again, before I shifted back. I didn't lose her. I could still become my wolf. With that assurance, my panic began to recede.
I shifted back into human form and said, “As soon as Collin wakes up, we all have to talk." I looked around the room at confused and worried faces. I had a feeling that this latest attack had everything to do with the missing werewolves from the apartment building. Milo must have stumbled upon something. That something must be pretty important to warrant a full out attack in public. The one thing every supernatural being knows is that our survival depended on anonymity. Obviously, someone wanted one or all of us dead bad enough to risk outing us. Bring it on asshole...whoever you are. Challenge accepted.
Ember. Are you okay? The sound of Collin’s voice caressed the inside of my head. He was awake.
Yes, I'm okay, I reassured him. Our link went quiet for a few moments then he whispered.
I was so scared that I would lose you. There was blood everywhere... I drank those men dry, Ember. What's happening to us? I thought about it and without hard answers from my vampire ancestor, Naomi, all I could come up with was one thing.
Somehow, we became vampires, I waited for him to blow up on me. I expected him to yell, say, or do something to show how pissed off he was
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