Kat's POV
My mother and I were laughing as we talked about the movie we just saw. We decided to drive a hour and a half away to see a movie. We cranked up the music because the radio was playing my favorite song, Dynamite, by Taio Cruz. Singing at the top of our lungs and quite off key. As we turned the bend I squinted as we were met with the blinding lights of another cars brights. I heard my mom gasp and tires screeching as my mom tried to avoid the oncoming car. The force of the turn made my head crack the passenger window. My ears were ringing and my head was throbbing. Then I heard the most horrible sound ever a sound that will stay with me for the rest of my life. The sound of metal on metal mixed with terrified screams. We plunged off the side of the road and collided with with a tree. I saw receding car lights before everything went black. I was awoken by the flash of lights. I opened my eyes and saw lights, the kind of lights and saw the type of lights that are used in a school or a hospital. I tried to sit up but my body ached too much. I let out a moan.
A woman to my right said, "Doctor Connors, shes coming too."
"Good, we need to know what happened." a male voice answered.
The lights blended together until they were just a consistent blob of white. I took in a shuddered breath before passing out again. When I woke up again I managed to get myself into a sitting position. My body cried out in protest. When I finally was sitting up my arm began to throb. Looking down I saw a nasty cut and traced it with my finger. It was nearly a foot long. My breathing began to shallow. Where was I? What happened? Where was my mom?
As I thought these thoughts my heart rate began to pick up. The monitor next to my bed started to beep faster. All I could think was, I need to get out of here, I have to find my mom. When I tried to push myself from the bed the most excruciating pain I had ever felt ran through my arm. I shrieked out in pain before crumpling back onto the bed.
"Kat!?" I heard a familiar voice call out.
"Dad?" I whispered.
"Sir, wait you can't go in there!" a voice yelled.
"Where is my daughter?!" the voice raised, now I was positive it was my dad.
"Daddy where are you!?" I called.
A familiar figure came barreling into the room. His face stained with tears.
"Kat, you're ok!" he said rushing up to me.
"Daddy, what happened where is Mom?" I looked up at him with my round blue eyes, pleading him to tell me she was ok.
He looked away from me and I saw a tear slide down his cheek. I had never seen my dad cry before.
"Your, um, Mom, s-she didn't make it." he whispered.
My breath caught in my throat and the world went dark.
Nick's POV
I was running through the forest enjoying the cool night breeze. The feeling of the wind through my fur was indescribable. Thats when I heard it the unmistakable sound of metal on metal. And terrified screams that stopped me in my tracks. I paused, my ears swiveling back and forth, trying to pick up more sounds, maybe a scent, anything. I was hit with the overwhelming scent of blood and smoke. I know I should run but I don't. I do the exact opposite. I head towards the smell. When I find its source I stop dead. Before me is the most horrible crash I have ever seen. The car is mangled and smoke is billowing from the front. As I approach the car I step into something wet. I lift one of my paws and sniff the clear liquid and let out a snort. Gasoline. Then it hit me. Oh no. I scramble forward. Sticking my head into the car I squint my eyes a the smoke. I can make out a body in front of me. Backing out of the car I place my jaw on the car door handle. It was times like these that I really wish I had hands. I gave the door a swift jerk. It didn't budge. A second swift jerk and it creaked giving away. Once the door was out of my way I tried pulling the girl out but something stopped me. The seat belt. Damn it! I grabbed the seat belt and ripped it away from the girl. I gently grabbed the girl by the back of her T-Shirt and dragged her away from the car. As I turned back towards the car it exploded. I threw my body onto the girl to protect her. I felt peaces of the fire land on my back and I yelped with pain as they scorched my skin. Climbing off of the girl I shook myself and dashed up to the road. I had to get someone to come and help. Luckily someone turned the corner in an old pick up truck. Its lights landed on my and I heard the car squealed to a stop. I barked and growled at it. Then when I heard the car door slam as the driver got out. I saw the flash of the barrel of a shotgun. Crap! Whipping around I scramble down the hill again to the girls side.
When the man looks down the hill and sees me next to her he aims the gun at me and yells, "Now you git' away from her or Ill put a bullet through yer' head!"
I back away from the old man with the gun before dashing away back into the forest and hiding behind a bush a few feet away and watch him. I see him pull out an old flip phone and punch in some numbers.
After pausing for a moment he says, "Ya, I need to report an accident."
Satisfied I begin to head home. But one thing keeps popping into my mind. That girls face. I will never forget her beautiful face and her sweet scent. Granted it was nearly masked by the smell of blood and smoke. Halfway to my Uncle Malcolm's house I feel it. I feel myself changing back, so I lay down moments before I black out. When I awaken the moon is sinking down and I know it will be dawn soon. I have to walk a few minutes naked before I get the the hollow tree stump where I put my clothes when I feel the change coming. You won't believe the countless clothes I have torn because I couldn't get them off before The Change. When I get inside my Uncle's house he immediately comes running down the stairs nearly falling halfway.
"Where have you been? Its nearly dawn? And," he stopped mid sentence and lifted his nose into the air, "Do I smell blood and smoke?"
"Ya, about that." I say.
"Nick what have you done this time?" he says rushing over to me.
"Im fine," I state as he starts an inspection of me, "there was an accident."
Uncle Malcolm's head whips up when he hears the word 'accident'.
"Were you somehow the cause of this 'accident'" he questions me.
"No, not this time, some girl had a nasty car accident, and I had to pull her out."
"Did she see you?" Malcolm says looking worried.
"No but…" I breath.
"'But' what, Nick?" Malcolm growls.
"An old man saw me."
"Nick, we talked about this, you can't be seen!" he says exasperated.
"What if I hadn't stopped that man then she could have died!" I try to explain my reasoning.
After a moment Uncle Malcolm nods his head, "Fine, this time and this time only was it ok."
"I understand, it won't happen again."
"Thats what you say every time." he says walking away.
I head upstairs to my room and take a shower letting the blood wash down the drain. I wince as the water hits my burns but I know that by morning they won't be there thanks to my excelled healing. Once I dry off I put on some fresh boxers and collapse into my bed. When I close my eyes I can still see her face.