The ax flew through the air so fast, it was just a blur. Samantha immediately wanted to undo the swing, wanted to take it back. It was too late. Wolf recoiled back to the opposite side of the room, grasping his bloody arm, his face scrunched in pain, his eyes tightly shut.
Luckily, she had poor aim and only skimmed his arm, making a cut down the front of his right arm. The slash was about a foot long, but barely an inch deep. Still, he bled profusely, and drenched the sleeve of his shirt with blood. She watched, guilt ridden, as Wolf whined in pain. As the events of what happened came back to his mind, he opened his eyes and snarled as he looked at Samantha.
"I'm sorry." She whispered gently.
Wasting no more time, she went through the window, taking the bloody ax with her. Wolf watched her leave, but did not follow. Once Samantha was outside again, she quickly decided what to do. Tony was still in the kitchen, his condition unknown to her. He needed her help, and now, hopefully Wolf wouldn't pursue them again.
She tossed the ax into the underbrush at the edge of the forest after wiping away the blood in the grass. She quickly sprinted alongside the house and back to the front. Quietly and carefully, she opened the front door, remembering that Tony was leaning against it. When the door opened, he slumped forward, and sprawled onto the floor. Samantha could faintly hear Wolf in the back whining and muttering to himself, he needed to get Tony out quickly before Wolf noticed she was there.
Samantha leaned down and checked on Tony. A small bump on the head, but nothing too serious. She gently shook him, trying to wake him, but he didn't move. She put her arms under his and began to drag him out of the door.
She quietly kicked the door open further and slid him through, out into the yard. She shut the door slowly and went back over to Tony.
"Tony?" She whispered. "Come on, get up." She begged.
Seeing the creek a little ways ahead, she glanced at Tony again and then ran over to the bank. She scooped up some of the icy water and quickly hurried back over to Tony. Opening her hands over his head, the frigid water fell onto his face, and his eyes immediately flew open. He coughed and sputtered and sat up quickly. The motion made him wince and grab the back of his head in pain.
"Ow, what a bump." He muttered.
"Tony? Are you all right?"
"I think so, but I've got one hell of a headache." He said. He continued to check his bump, he obviously touch a sore spot, because immediately his eyes shut and he moaned. "Where's Wolf!?" He asked suddenly, both eyes wide open, ignoring the pain in his head. "Is he still around here? We've gotta go, come on!"
"Shh. It's all right Tony, he's in the house, but I think we'll be safe for a while." She assured him, looking onto the house, reassuring herself in the process.
"Let's go to the barn then. He's got the crystals, so we have to keep that mirror away from him. If he gets it, who knows what he'll do."
"All right." Samantha agreed and helped Tony off the ground. Tony glanced at his watch, still a few hours till sunrise. They made it to the barn quickly, both checking over their shoulders every now and then to make sure they weren't being watched. The air was cold and a strong gust of wind came by every once in a while. Tony shut the barn door and locked it tightly.
"Ok, where is it Tony?" Samantha asked, glancing around the barn and then turning back to him.
"I ... it..." He stammered. "I put it right there!" Tony pointed to a pile of hay in the center of the barn. They both walked over to the hay, both half hoping that it would reappear in front of them magically. Samantha whirled around as she suddenly heard chains clinking behind her, but no one was there.
"Did you hear that?" Samantha whispered to Tony, still watching the chains. There wasn't anyone over there, that's what made her skin crawl. They were swaying back and fourth slightly from the top beam of the barn.
"Yeah, what was it?" Tony whispered back, almost afraid to turn around.
"I don't know. There's no one there. Maybe it was a mouse or something." She answered, trying to calm Tony and herself at the same time. As Samantha and Tony looked again for the sack, a huge bundle of hay came crashing to the ground from the hayloft, instantly breaking the tie, sending straw everywhere.
"What kinda mouse is that!?" Tony asked as they both looked up at the loft.
"No mice up here, just us little wolfies." Wolf showed himself on the top of the loft, smiling down on them. The loft was a good thirty feet into the air and only one ladder leading up. His arm was covered in blood and his shirt was tattered from a sloppy job he did of trying to cover the wound. Tony didn't need a second guess as to how he got the injury, it was obvious when he saw Samantha looking at it with guilt.
"Looking for this?" Wolf asked, holding up the sack. He smiled at them and showed off the bag, swinging the sack back and forth in the air.
"Now, I wonder what could be in here." Wolf said as he unzipped the bag. Tony looked at Samantha in despair, she turned and returned the look. Wolf pulled out the mirror and looked over it, and sighed. "I really don't need you now, Tone." He spoke coldly, no emotion in his voice, somewhat like an echo. Then Tony understood. This wasn't Wolf, it wasn't the real playful and caring Wolf, it looked like Wolf and sounded like him, but this wasn't an ordinary mood swing. The moon made him become the exact opposite of what he truly was. Somehow, Tony had to reach the real Wolf, and snap him out of this, it was his only hope.
"Wolf, listen to me. You don't want to do this. You need me and I need you to get through this together."
"I don't need you Tone." Wolf repeated. He glared down at Tony with hateful eyes. Wolf didn't need to flash them, just the empty stare he sent Tony was frightening enough. "I can do this on my own. I could've done this whole thing on my own."
"See, that's where you're wrong Wolf!" He pointed up and Wolf, smiling a bit as he realized that wasn't true. "Who would've caught you on that roof ledge the other night? You would've been hurt if I didn't catch you, and then how would you save her?"
It started to work. Wolf lowered the sack and looked down ad the ground, seriously considering what might have happened. He pulled up his hand as saw the slash that he got the other night, finally beginning to heal, but still bruised and swollen. It was true. Wolves were pack animals, they needed each other to help them get through hard times. The real Wolf was trying desperately to come back, but his animal side wasn't done yet. He only had so much time per month, he was determined to use it all.
"So what? So you saved me from falling, that doesn't matter," He shook his head at Tony. "I can still finish this on my own. I'll save her without you."
Then, and idea snapped in his head, Virginia, maybe she would help. "Why don't you use her name Wolf? You keep saying 'her', use Virginia's name. Go on. Say it."
Wolf paused, he didn't answer him. Virginia. The damn moon made him forget about his own mate. Of course he was trying to get the mirror so he could finish the mission, but he had lost sight of why they were on it. Wolf felt like hitting himself in the head, he felt so stupid. His mate was in danger and he was playing cat and mouse with Tony, the only other person that could help him get her back.
He whined a little and turned away from Samantha and Tony to the back of the loft. Then, to himself, he whispered, "Virginia." He smiled. As much progress as Wolf had been making, his animal side still pulled at him, crying to him to let the real animal out.
His cramps started to return, burning flashes of pain coursed through his body as he clutched his side and fell into the hay, moaning in agony. Tony instantly began to climb the ladder to the top of the loft, determined to help him.
He couldn't take the pain. His body wasn't used to changing back in the middle of a full moon, his body couldn't take it. It was almost as if he was going through the whole change again. He felt his teeth become sharp and his sight became perfect. He couldn't win. Tony reached the top of the loft and firstly grabbed the bag and threw it to Samantha on the bottom.
He motioned her to run and hide it as he turned back to Wolf. He was rolling back and fourth in the hay, muttering to himself, his back to Tony. Tony tapped Wolf on the shoulder lightly.
"Come on Wolf, let's get you outta here." Tony said, trying to turn over Wolf.
Wolf didn't respond. He stayed in his curled position for a few minutes, and then Tony tried again.
"Wolf, let's go, let's get you down."
"No." His voice, cold and flat.
"Oh no," Tony muttered quietly, he unfortunately recognized that tone and tried to move away from Wolf. He backed up, near the edge of the loft and made his way for the ladder. Wolf suddenly turned over and stood up, no pain showed from the cramps or his arm.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked Tony who didn't reply. "Oh, you wanna go down?" He placed his hands on Tony's shoulders. "Maybe you should take the shortcut!" He said cruelly and with one swift movement, he pushed Tony off the side of the loft.
Tony fell to the ground and hit the barn floor with a loud thump. Wolf watched Tony fall and hit the floor motionless, almost getting pleasure off of making him suffer through so much pain in one night. Tony didn't get up off the floor, nor did he move. Only one thought went through Wolf's mind. He sat there, quietly watching for signs of life, but there wasn't any. Wolf felt pain in his heart, Tony looked dead.
Luckily, she had poor aim and only skimmed his arm, making a cut down the front of his right arm. The slash was about a foot long, but barely an inch deep. Still, he bled profusely, and drenched the sleeve of his shirt with blood. She watched, guilt ridden, as Wolf whined in pain. As the events of what happened came back to his mind, he opened his eyes and snarled as he looked at Samantha.
"I'm sorry." She whispered gently.
Wasting no more time, she went through the window, taking the bloody ax with her. Wolf watched her leave, but did not follow. Once Samantha was outside again, she quickly decided what to do. Tony was still in the kitchen, his condition unknown to her. He needed her help, and now, hopefully Wolf wouldn't pursue them again.
She tossed the ax into the underbrush at the edge of the forest after wiping away the blood in the grass. She quickly sprinted alongside the house and back to the front. Quietly and carefully, she opened the front door, remembering that Tony was leaning against it. When the door opened, he slumped forward, and sprawled onto the floor. Samantha could faintly hear Wolf in the back whining and muttering to himself, he needed to get Tony out quickly before Wolf noticed she was there.
Samantha leaned down and checked on Tony. A small bump on the head, but nothing too serious. She gently shook him, trying to wake him, but he didn't move. She put her arms under his and began to drag him out of the door.
She quietly kicked the door open further and slid him through, out into the yard. She shut the door slowly and went back over to Tony.
"Tony?" She whispered. "Come on, get up." She begged.
Seeing the creek a little ways ahead, she glanced at Tony again and then ran over to the bank. She scooped up some of the icy water and quickly hurried back over to Tony. Opening her hands over his head, the frigid water fell onto his face, and his eyes immediately flew open. He coughed and sputtered and sat up quickly. The motion made him wince and grab the back of his head in pain.
"Ow, what a bump." He muttered.
"Tony? Are you all right?"
"I think so, but I've got one hell of a headache." He said. He continued to check his bump, he obviously touch a sore spot, because immediately his eyes shut and he moaned. "Where's Wolf!?" He asked suddenly, both eyes wide open, ignoring the pain in his head. "Is he still around here? We've gotta go, come on!"
"Shh. It's all right Tony, he's in the house, but I think we'll be safe for a while." She assured him, looking onto the house, reassuring herself in the process.
"Let's go to the barn then. He's got the crystals, so we have to keep that mirror away from him. If he gets it, who knows what he'll do."
"All right." Samantha agreed and helped Tony off the ground. Tony glanced at his watch, still a few hours till sunrise. They made it to the barn quickly, both checking over their shoulders every now and then to make sure they weren't being watched. The air was cold and a strong gust of wind came by every once in a while. Tony shut the barn door and locked it tightly.
"Ok, where is it Tony?" Samantha asked, glancing around the barn and then turning back to him.
"I ... it..." He stammered. "I put it right there!" Tony pointed to a pile of hay in the center of the barn. They both walked over to the hay, both half hoping that it would reappear in front of them magically. Samantha whirled around as she suddenly heard chains clinking behind her, but no one was there.
"Did you hear that?" Samantha whispered to Tony, still watching the chains. There wasn't anyone over there, that's what made her skin crawl. They were swaying back and fourth slightly from the top beam of the barn.
"Yeah, what was it?" Tony whispered back, almost afraid to turn around.
"I don't know. There's no one there. Maybe it was a mouse or something." She answered, trying to calm Tony and herself at the same time. As Samantha and Tony looked again for the sack, a huge bundle of hay came crashing to the ground from the hayloft, instantly breaking the tie, sending straw everywhere.
"What kinda mouse is that!?" Tony asked as they both looked up at the loft.
"No mice up here, just us little wolfies." Wolf showed himself on the top of the loft, smiling down on them. The loft was a good thirty feet into the air and only one ladder leading up. His arm was covered in blood and his shirt was tattered from a sloppy job he did of trying to cover the wound. Tony didn't need a second guess as to how he got the injury, it was obvious when he saw Samantha looking at it with guilt.
"Looking for this?" Wolf asked, holding up the sack. He smiled at them and showed off the bag, swinging the sack back and forth in the air.
"Now, I wonder what could be in here." Wolf said as he unzipped the bag. Tony looked at Samantha in despair, she turned and returned the look. Wolf pulled out the mirror and looked over it, and sighed. "I really don't need you now, Tone." He spoke coldly, no emotion in his voice, somewhat like an echo. Then Tony understood. This wasn't Wolf, it wasn't the real playful and caring Wolf, it looked like Wolf and sounded like him, but this wasn't an ordinary mood swing. The moon made him become the exact opposite of what he truly was. Somehow, Tony had to reach the real Wolf, and snap him out of this, it was his only hope.
"Wolf, listen to me. You don't want to do this. You need me and I need you to get through this together."
"I don't need you Tone." Wolf repeated. He glared down at Tony with hateful eyes. Wolf didn't need to flash them, just the empty stare he sent Tony was frightening enough. "I can do this on my own. I could've done this whole thing on my own."
"See, that's where you're wrong Wolf!" He pointed up and Wolf, smiling a bit as he realized that wasn't true. "Who would've caught you on that roof ledge the other night? You would've been hurt if I didn't catch you, and then how would you save her?"
It started to work. Wolf lowered the sack and looked down ad the ground, seriously considering what might have happened. He pulled up his hand as saw the slash that he got the other night, finally beginning to heal, but still bruised and swollen. It was true. Wolves were pack animals, they needed each other to help them get through hard times. The real Wolf was trying desperately to come back, but his animal side wasn't done yet. He only had so much time per month, he was determined to use it all.
"So what? So you saved me from falling, that doesn't matter," He shook his head at Tony. "I can still finish this on my own. I'll save her without you."
Then, and idea snapped in his head, Virginia, maybe she would help. "Why don't you use her name Wolf? You keep saying 'her', use Virginia's name. Go on. Say it."
Wolf paused, he didn't answer him. Virginia. The damn moon made him forget about his own mate. Of course he was trying to get the mirror so he could finish the mission, but he had lost sight of why they were on it. Wolf felt like hitting himself in the head, he felt so stupid. His mate was in danger and he was playing cat and mouse with Tony, the only other person that could help him get her back.
He whined a little and turned away from Samantha and Tony to the back of the loft. Then, to himself, he whispered, "Virginia." He smiled. As much progress as Wolf had been making, his animal side still pulled at him, crying to him to let the real animal out.
His cramps started to return, burning flashes of pain coursed through his body as he clutched his side and fell into the hay, moaning in agony. Tony instantly began to climb the ladder to the top of the loft, determined to help him.
He couldn't take the pain. His body wasn't used to changing back in the middle of a full moon, his body couldn't take it. It was almost as if he was going through the whole change again. He felt his teeth become sharp and his sight became perfect. He couldn't win. Tony reached the top of the loft and firstly grabbed the bag and threw it to Samantha on the bottom.
He motioned her to run and hide it as he turned back to Wolf. He was rolling back and fourth in the hay, muttering to himself, his back to Tony. Tony tapped Wolf on the shoulder lightly.
"Come on Wolf, let's get you outta here." Tony said, trying to turn over Wolf.
Wolf didn't respond. He stayed in his curled position for a few minutes, and then Tony tried again.
"Wolf, let's go, let's get you down."
"No." His voice, cold and flat.
"Oh no," Tony muttered quietly, he unfortunately recognized that tone and tried to move away from Wolf. He backed up, near the edge of the loft and made his way for the ladder. Wolf suddenly turned over and stood up, no pain showed from the cramps or his arm.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked Tony who didn't reply. "Oh, you wanna go down?" He placed his hands on Tony's shoulders. "Maybe you should take the shortcut!" He said cruelly and with one swift movement, he pushed Tony off the side of the loft.
Tony fell to the ground and hit the barn floor with a loud thump. Wolf watched Tony fall and hit the floor motionless, almost getting pleasure off of making him suffer through so much pain in one night. Tony didn't get up off the floor, nor did he move. Only one thought went through Wolf's mind. He sat there, quietly watching for signs of life, but there wasn't any. Wolf felt pain in his heart, Tony looked dead.