Sorry to leave those who are actually reading this in suspense so long. This is really short I'm sorry I'll update again really soon. I think the next chapter might be the last…
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"What the hell is happening?!" whispered Duo.
No body answered Duo's question. They all watched Quatre, ready to run if he showed any sign of aggression
Quatre started to shift into the wolf. He growled and lunged at the group.
They all tried to run away and were successful in escaping Quatre's jaws, except Anya. Quatre growled menacingly and shook his fur. He sat on his haunches and suddenly started to howl. His howls echoed through the house, making the very foundation shake. They were howls of sorrow and remorse.
Everyone covered their ears in pain. Quatre continued to howl. They heard something crash through the woods outside the house. Quatre howled with a new ferocity.
Something crashed into the wall from the outside. The wall creaked and groaned and finally collapsed onto the group. Plaster and brick fell onto them, knocking everyone but Quatre senseless. Standing above the wreckage was a huge female wolf, jaws back in a permanent snarl. This wolf had once been Dorothy Catalonia, but she had been completely morphed by her wolf blood and bitter heart.
The werewolf blood had always been something molded by emotions and personality, passing through the generations by the jaws of those infected. It fed on fear happiness love hate the whole spectrum of powerful emotions.
Quatre shook the dust and debris out of his pelt and looked around unhappily. His eyes landed on Anya, she was bleeding from the bite mark on her upper arm and unconscious with a large lump on her head
Heero managed to come to his senses 'we have to get out of here' was the only thought that made it through the turmoil of his mind.
Chapter ?
"What the hell is happening?!" whispered Duo.
No body answered Duo's question. They all watched Quatre, ready to run if he showed any sign of aggression
Quatre started to shift into the wolf. He growled and lunged at the group.
They all tried to run away and were successful in escaping Quatre's jaws, except Anya. Quatre growled menacingly and shook his fur. He sat on his haunches and suddenly started to howl. His howls echoed through the house, making the very foundation shake. They were howls of sorrow and remorse.
Everyone covered their ears in pain. Quatre continued to howl. They heard something crash through the woods outside the house. Quatre howled with a new ferocity.
Something crashed into the wall from the outside. The wall creaked and groaned and finally collapsed onto the group. Plaster and brick fell onto them, knocking everyone but Quatre senseless. Standing above the wreckage was a huge female wolf, jaws back in a permanent snarl. This wolf had once been Dorothy Catalonia, but she had been completely morphed by her wolf blood and bitter heart.
The werewolf blood had always been something molded by emotions and personality, passing through the generations by the jaws of those infected. It fed on fear happiness love hate the whole spectrum of powerful emotions.
Quatre shook the dust and debris out of his pelt and looked around unhappily. His eyes landed on Anya, she was bleeding from the bite mark on her upper arm and unconscious with a large lump on her head
Heero managed to come to his senses 'we have to get out of here' was the only thought that made it through the turmoil of his mind.