(I know this is so terribly short, forgive me, I haven't been writing at all for a long time, and no excuse is a good excuse. I wanted you to know I am still trying so here is a bit to show you that until I can wrap up this story with a finale!)
Jared covered me with his body instead of shifting like I expected him to.
"Jared..." I was terrified.
Their eyes shifted between me and Jared, they slowly closed in on us, surrounded us. The forest was always dark, but the sun had gone down, and moonlight trickled down between the leaves.
"It's alright baby, it'll be alright." He whispered and he kissed me softly.
One of the wolves started growling, I guessed it was Brad. He pulled away from me, slowly, reluctantly. He reached for my clothing and gave it to me, covering me with it. Then he got off of me, facing the surrounding wolves before he himself lunged and shifted, landing on one of the wolves.
"Jared!" I screamed as wolves piled on him, I pulled my underwear on quickly, and then my jeans.
Jared wanted me covered from them. I was his, and he was mine. I understood what that meant, why was I so childish before, so stupid, so... backstabbing. I finished putting on my bra just as I heard growling behind me. I was shaking when I turned my head back and one of the wolves was standing right there practically in my face.
"J-" My lips were trembling so bad, I could not call for Jared I had lost my voice.
I had never been so scared before. Tears slipped from my eyes slowly as I stared at the eyes of the wolf in front of me. The growling stopped and I heard a whimper come from the wolf as it cocked its head to one side. Was it showing me sympathy?
"Please..." I begged, the only word that would come from my mouth.
In the moonlight its eyes sparked, but it was not the good kind of spark. I drew back just as it lunged forward, though its intention was not to hurt me. I noticed its jaws did not snap fiercely, but instead softly as if to grab my clothing. I grabbed my top and put in on quickly before I got off the ground and ran. It could not be gentle in a chase, I realized, but I also knew I could not out run a wolf. To lunge for me would mean to injure me, and that was clearly not its intention.
I pleaded in my mind for Jared to be safe as I ran. I was slower than I should have been, but I could run no faster. I begged as well, for a miracle. I wanted to be able to out run the wolf chasing me, which I suspected was Brad. I found that I was getting slower and slower and my breath was labored, I slowed down and stopped as I hid at the base of a tree. I sat down and desperately tried to slow my breathing down so it was quieter, and as I listened and waited I again begged that Jared was safe. I knew he was outnumbered, and that scared me to death. I convinced myself to wait it out, that a wolf that size would be unable to get me here. But my blood ran cold when I heard a howl unlike any other I heard before, it was almost human.