Werewolf Compilations

Chapter 51

My head spins and pounds as I slowly crawl out of the car. Once I hit the asphalt, I search for Anna, my

eyes roaming the entire incident but seeing her nowhere. Suddenly, when they reach the forest, I spot

Anna on the ground being dragged away by a stranger. My eyes bulge from my head and I immediately

attempt to get up, but my body refuses to cooperate.

Frantically, my hand feels my surroundings and my eyes stay fixed on her until she is engulfed into the

trees.

Looking back into the car, I see my phone resting on the floor, tucked underneath the seat. I groan as I

move myself forward, only a few inches at a time. Thankfully, I grab it and check to make sure it still

works.

The screen dimly lights up and a see a missed call from Tyler. Sighing, I hit the notification and hold the

device to my ear. He picks up after two rings. "Tyler," I manage to call out, my voice hoarse. "Tyler?"

"Katy, is that you?"

"Car accident," I briefly breathe out as my throat runs dry. "The car crashed."

"Where are you?" He asks, rushed. "Where's Anna? Are you both okay?"

"She's gone."

"What street are you on?"

My head gazes to the street sign. "Regent, somewhere by an open field... forest on the other side...

hurry."

I drop the phone and look up at the sky. I have to try and get up.

After rolling onto my stomach, I push my chest up with both arms and begin to slowly move my knees

so they are against the road. One on my hands and knees, I reach out to the car and try to pull myself

up. My limbs shake and my face heats up. My entire body is sore. I glance to the truck, the car who

collided with us, to see the driver incapacitated with his head against the wheel.

I steady myself and slowly make my way over while holding onto the car. Walking becomes easier and

I begin to move faster. "Sir!" I call out but the person makes no movement. "Sir!"

I grip onto the drivers seat door handle and tug it open. Reaching out, I feel for the mans pulse, and it is

there. Next I check for breathing, and he is. The man must have been knocked out on impact. Distant

sounds of a car fill my ears and I glance behind me to see someone coming from down the road. Soon

enough I realize it is Tyler.

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Getting up from the bed, I shakily move towards the door and press my ear against it. Sleeping through

the night, or what I assumed to be the night, benefited my weak bones greatly. My arm is still sprained

and my legs are still bruised and batter along with the rest of my body, but I have managed to get out of

bed.

Listening carefully, I hear no sounds until footsteps draw near. Swiftly, I step to the side of the door

when the handle giggles and the clicking noise sounds. The door opens and a man walks in with food,

standing behind the door, I slip out and push him to the ground.

"What the—"

Before he can draw too much attention, I throw the lamp at his head, knocking him out cold. My heart

races in my chest as I slip through the door and creep along the hallway wall. Stepping gently, I pause

every now and then when sudden noises come flying at me.

A door ahead grabs my attention, so I rush towards it, not wanting to waste anymore time. The door

thankfully opens and I close it once I am inside. The room is empty, and I immediately curse inwardly.

Peeking out into the hall, I slide out and rush to the next door, but this room is again empty. Frustrated,

my hands fight to yank at my hair.

I take a deep breath and continue on.

A larger door opens smoothly and I swiftly shut it behind me. My eyes search the room. It must be

some sort of office.

My eyes grow wide when they land on a phone resting on the desk. Before I can attempt at using it,

footsteps grow near and I begin to panic.

I tuck myself underneath the desk and pull the chair in to cover me as much as possible. The room

lacks any other hiding places, making my odds of not beginning spotted decrease to barely anything.

The door leisurely swings open and someone walks in. Their feet reach the edge of the desk and seem

to stop there while shuffling occurs above me. Assuming they are grabbing something from the desk, I

keep quiet and wait until they turn around and leave the room.

Swallowing, my hand reaches on top of the desk, and I pull the phone underneath. I hurriedly dial

Tyler's number and hold the phone to my ear.

Nothing.

I stay close to the walls as I rush back to the room. Since the phone does not work, my hopes have

withered. I slip back through the door but freeze when I spot someone crouched down beside the man

who brought me food. My heart comes to a harsh halt when the stranger gazes up and Tyler's eyes

beam into mine. "Thank god," he murmurs and traps me in his arms, squeezing me tightly.

Tears spring from my eyes.

"How did you..." I mumble.

"We don't have time right now, we have to get out of here," he tells me and I nod my head, eager to

leave.

Together we sneak down the hallway and search for any exits. I stay close behind him as he navigates

through the building, pulling me around corners or into rooms when someone walks by or seems to be

close. He does not let go of my hand.

As we come around a sharp corner, Tyler immediately stops.

"How interesting."

My eyes shoot up to find Richard standing before us, like a wall keeping us from my safe haven. Tyler

moves me behind him, though my eyes do not leave the ones who haunt me. "This is over now," Tyler

tells him. "It's over."

Richard does not seem fazed. "You know, I was thinking similar things. This is over, you have to be

removed."

My grip on Tyler tightens. My heart jumps as large hands grab me from behind and restrain me in their

arms. Before Tyler can make any moves, he too is detained. Richard watches as the two of us struggle,

uninterested. "I would not try anything stupid."

My eyes wander down to the blade gripped in the mans hand as he holds it close to my chest. Not

being able to move, I whimper at the thought of being cut, sliced, and bled out. "Obviously," he

continues. "I cannot physically hurt my Annalee, but I can kill you," he says to Tyler. "And I think I will."

"You can't!" I shout at him. "If you do I'll... I'll kill myself. You can't have your pack without me!"

Richard eyes shift to me. "I will not let you, but it was a very romantic gesture."

My face heats with furry.

Richard makes a quick motion to the men holding Tyler, and one lifts their silver blade to his neck.

Tears pour from my eyes, sobs erupt from my lips, and my limbs do not stop fighting. "Stop please! You

can't! You can't!"

Just as the blade touches his precious skin, and intruder swings open the door. The men are distracted

along with Richard.

Standing in the frame are too easy I have never been more grateful to see.

Jackson, he is here.

In a matter of seconds, Jackson attacks Richard and Tyler escapes from the blade. Stupidly, the man

lets go of me to assist his leader, as Jackson has shifted and pounced. The two take on Richard and

the men, as I cower with my hands on my bump. I cannot let anything happen to my baby.

Tyler's eyes find mine. "Go, Anna, run as far as you can."

Before I can tell him anything, he is busy with the guards, holding them back from seizing me. Though

my heart urns to stay with my love, I know I have to run. I dash out the open door, experiencing

sensations and feelings I have felt before. Men fight outside, bodies slain on the grass floor, guards

battling with no hesitation, this all feels terribly familiar, like I have lived through this moment before.

Avoiding all interaction, I sprint into the trees and disappear with in them.