"Scott, no," I screamed breaking the silence of the night. There was a cracking sound and a thud of something hitting the ground. Everything went black and I felt nothing. I started to feel my toes, and then eventually I felt everything. There was a sharp pain in the side and right leg and a strange burning sensation all throughout my body.
When I came to I saw my best friend Scott in a chair asleep, he looked horrible, his usually tan face pale and red, puffy eyes. His wavy brown hair in a mess, his clothes crumpled. "Sc-Scott," I whispered it came out hoarser then it was meant to. He jumped at the sound. "Gabriella, oh Gabriella I thought you would die," he sobbed. "No, I couldn't leave you Scott, I love you," I spoke the first part clearly but mumbled the second part.
Scott looked up at me and smiled, "I love you too Gabriella, I have since I first met you." I looked at him for a second stunned, then relieved so I smiled and said, "I'm so glad you feel that way, I've felt the same, but I was just too scared to tell you." I was somewhat embarrassed and blushing. I was just glad it wasn't very visible through my tan skin.
"Scott what happened the other night," I asked. I couldn't remember anything from the night except for blacking out and waking up here. "Gabriella it's all my fault, if I had been a little bit safer about the hunters it wouldn't have happened, I am so sorry, it's all my fault," he kept mumbling on and on about how it was his fault. "Scott stop it's not your fault, now please tell me what happened," I said sweetly and calming so he would know that I wasn't mad.
"Okay, sorry about that, okay we were running through the woods and everything was fine until the hunters tracked us, and they had guns and crossbows, and one of the arrows got your leg and a bullet grazed your side," he explained. "Oh, at least it wasn't any worse and you didn't get hurt during the mess," I said. "I wish it had been me though and not you," he whispered. I think he forgot that I was also a werewolf and enhanced hearing.