Chapter 1
I was in a forest, running for dear life. Arms pumping at my sides, I was not getting anywhere. Well, anywhere useful, anyway.
It's no biggie when your arms are scratched to ribbons, legs awfully sore, and happen to have the biggest headache in the history of, well, history. As long as there's plenty of distance between me and the Flyboys. They're robots, made to look like Erasers, in case you did not get the lingo. Erasers are half man, half wolf blends. Kind of like werewolves, except they can form into wolves whenever they want to. The Flyboys, however, stay in wolf form all of the time.
Well, anyway, lemme continue. I was running for dear life. Then, out of nowhere, a black haired, olive skinned boy, ran in front of me. Fang. My second-in-command, my best friend, and the love of my life, although he doesn't know it. He was trying to save me. Just then a Flyboy fired, and shot Fang right in the chest.
Jeez, I hated that dream. It always had the same ending, Fang getting shot in the heart. I really didn't want that dream to come true. I was in love with him, had a small crush on him. OK, I'm exaggerating on SMALL. More like I think about him 24/7/365, or on leap year 366. He needs to see it, though.
Just then, Ig burst into my room. Holding Fang, who was unconcious.