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Chapter 13

Danny POV

I saw Dougie run off after Harry and I sighed. I was going to help out. I got into the carriage and Tom was still sitting in the corner, holding his legs. "Tom?" I asked.

"Go away!" he yelled at me. I nodded, even though he hadn't even looked at me, and turned myself. "Wait," I heard Tom whisper.

"What is it?" I asked, turning back to see Tom's scared eyes.

"Please stay," he begged me. I once again nodded and sat back onto the seat with him. While I expected him to explain what had come over him to do such a thing while he knew Dougie was with Harry, he instead scooted himself near me and laid his head down on my chest.

"Um, Tom," I started, not knowing what to do.

"Yeah Danny?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Never mind," I told him. He put his head back down and I wrapped my arms around him, trying to make him feel better about what had happened earlier.

Hours went by and we still were in the same position by the time it was dark outside. Dougie was not yet back, so I decided to go look for him and Harry. I started walking through the dark forest to look for the boys. "Dougie!" I yelled. I heard a muffled answer in the distance.

I chased it down until I found a bruised and battered Dougie lying on the ground in front of a large pine tree. "What happened to you?" I asked him.

"Harry was up the tree. I tried to get him, but I fell," he mumbled back. I inspected him to see if anything was broken. Nothing was. He was very lucky I had come looking for him.

"Where's Harry now?" I asked, seeing he was no longer in the tree.

"He ran off. He said he was going home," Dougie told me.

"I'm taking you back to camp," I insisted.

"No. Harry might come back!" he protested.

"I don't care," I said, picking him up and carrying him back to camp.

"Dougie! What happened?" Constance asked frantically.

"Fell out of a tree," he grinned at her.

"Is he okay?" Constance asked me.

"I think so. He's just a bit banged up. He's got a few bruises, not much wrong," I informed her.

"Oh, good," she sighed, relieved. She helped me prop him against a rock, and I turned and began walking back to the forest. "Where are you going?" Constance asked.

"After your brother," I answered bluntly. I went off searching for Harry. It was a tiring walk, but it soon paid off.

I could hear the chatter of teeth and a sniffling noise. "Harry?" I asked, searching around where I had heard the voice coming from. The search was a bit easier as the full moon was shining down through the trees.

"Don't come over here. I'm warning you," I heard Harry say cautiously.

I ignored what he said and ran over to the source of the voice. I was shocked at what I saw, stumbled back and fell to the ground. "Wh-wha? What have you done?" I trembled, seeing a dead and mutilated archer on the ground in front of me. Then I looked at Harry and saw his face covered in the man's blood.

"I-I made a mistake, Danny," he stuttered, shaking badly. "I went too deep into these woods."

"You're sick!" I yelled, shuffling back from him on the ground.

"Please, you don't understand," he begged, reaching for me.

"What's not to understand?! You killed him! And not just that, you ate him too!" I screamed, absolutely afraid of the scene in front of me.

"I have been cursed! Just, please hear me out!" Harry yelled.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I went too deep into the woods and I had collapsed. Then, this elderly woman took me into her hut and fed me all types of food. Most of them were horrible and I didn't eat. Then she told me that I was too picky of an eater and she cursed me, telling me that there would be one thing that I would crave from now until I learned my lesson," Harry explained to me.

"And what is it you crave?" I asked, freaked out.

"Blood. I crave blood, Danny," he told me.

I gulped and watched as he went from trembling to sitting completely still. His eyes changed from their normal light blue to a dark metallic grey colour and his canine teeth grew longer and sharper. Then he just sat and looked at me, eyeing me up. I wanted to run, but I was frozen at the sight in front of my eyes. That was when he lunged at me, leaping on top of me. "HARRY! STOP!" I screamed as he tried to bite into my throat.

I pushed him back, stood up and bolted back to camp. "Where's Harry?" Constance asked as she heard me come up from behind.

I ignored the question, poured water on the fire, grabbed her and Dougie and pulled us all into the carriage, pulling the door shut and lodging something in the handle so it couldn't be opened. "Danny, what are you doing?" Dougie asked me.

"There's something really wrong with Harry," I answered.