The thrashing filled their ears. They weren't sure what was louder: the roars of the wolf or the screams of their mother downstairs.
Brendan had made a dash for it. Regina followed him, knowing that running into the problem headfirst was not a good idea. "Bren, come on, we should get out of here-"
"I'm gonna kill that thing!" Brendan retorted. He grabbed his gun from his room and ran down the stairs. Brendan shot at the wolf, hoping for it to stop, but it was too late. Their mother was already dead. The wolf had paused and turned to look at them. It wasn't an ordinary wolf; it appeared to be a man, but with claws and red eyes. He had fur growing out of his cheeks and fangs that were sharper than a dagger.
"This isn't an ordinary wolf, Bren!" Regina called out to him.
"And I'm gonna kill it!" Brendan repeated, shooting at the wolf. The wolf clawed at Brendan's hand, causing the gun to fly out the window and somewhere into the woods. Brendan took a deep breath before the wolf pounced on him, biting into his arm. Brendan let out a wail of pain, causing Regina to take action. She reached for a chair and whacked the werewolf over the head with it. He let out a roar and got off of Brendan, who was lying on the floor in pain. The chair had broken, so Regina reached for the next closest object - a vase - and threw it at the werewolf. The werewolf caught the vase and tossed it over his shoulder.
The two played this game for a while, where Regina would grab something for defense but the werewolf would just laugh and prove her to be insignificant. Regina had eventually run out of options before the wolf pounced on her. Regina fell to the ground before the wolf could land on her. She tried to roll out of the way, but he was too fast. He bit right below her ribcage, causing Regina to scream in pain as her brother had. She laid on the floor of their living room beside him as the werewolf escaped their home. Brendan was crying; Regina was trying her hardest not to, but was failing.
"Are you okay?" Regina asked Brendan.
"It burns," Brendan said. "Are you?"
"I'll be fine," she croaked. "I'll be fine. We have to get out of here."
"We can't right now," Brendan said. "Not in this condition."
"We will in the morning," Regina decided. "We have to."
And so they did. They were sore the next day, but very much alive. They weren't sure what would happen next after being bitten, but they knew they had to leave. After packing a few things, Regina took out her cell phone.
"What are you doing?" Brendan asked.
"Leave it here," Regina instructed. "We need to ditch everything. We have to start all over."
"Do you think..?"
"Do you really want to live with people asking you about this and having to deal with this being all over the news? Because that will be our lives, Bren. We'll be the kids who lost their parents to a wolf, and we'll be interviewed for the next ten years about it. I can't live like that."
"Who are you calling?" Brendan asked.
"Come on," Regina said, setting the phone on the ground before the left.
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?" The dispatcher on the other line waited for an answer, but never got one. "Hello? Is everything alright? Hello?"
When the police arrived, the only people they found were Mr. and Mrs. Parrish in a pool of their own blood. Even though their cars and cell phones were there, Regina and Brendan were nowhere to be found.
