A/N Wow, I actually made my own deadline and updated within the week! I don't know 'bout you guys, but I still amaze myself...:-p Now let's just git on to the story, hope you like it! Enjoy

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Let's just take a look at the trouble the boys are findin' themselves in right now: They found themselves smack in the middle of a thunderstorm, their truck got hit by a tree, trappin' them like sardines in a sardine can. And after gettin' out they had a long way ahead of them, with a whole lot of things standin' in their way. Like the yellow eyed one they're starin at right now…

"Oh boy…"

Luke slowly turned his head to look at the panic which was starting to surface in his younger cousins eyes. With slow movements he put his hand on top of Bo's arm, shaking him out of his stupor.

"Bo, don't ya move a muscle," he softly whispered, hoping it wasn't to loud to scare the creature, who was still staring at them from a safe distance.

"I can do that…" Bo murmured, "No muscles movin here," he spoke, ending with a nervous chuckle.

The animal seemed to feel their fear and slowly started its way towards them, stopping only a few yards away from the fearful duo.

"Luke?" Bo whispered, feeling like he was shouting through the silence of the world around him.

"Is- is that what I think it is?"

Luke slowly nodded, affirming his own suspicions. The long, narrow muzzle was opened a little, revealing a set of teeth which seemed to gleam in the pale moonlight. It looked like it's fur had fallen out, only leaving a dark coloured layer around the unusually thin frame. The animal was large, and it made Luke doubt about its origins. But the short tail made him reconsider, and agree with Bo. They had lived in these parts long enough to know what creature was standing in front of them.

They were standing eye to eye with a huge wolf. And by the looks of it, he was starved. A long tongue wormed its way from the creatures mouth, letting it hang out for a second before swallowing it again. A feral growl could be heard from the animal, standing only a few feet away from the boys.

Luke swallowed hard, before turning his eyes on Bo, but meanwhile keeping one eye on the growling animal in front of them.

"I think we need ta git out of here, that thing looks hungry…" he whispered while the wolf took another cautious step towards them and they took one back.

"Don't they always say they's more scared of us then we are of them?" Bo whispered a little too loud for Luke's liking.

"Yeah, but this one probably didn't get that message," he replied dryly.

Bo didn't respond, he only turned his attention back to the ill looking animal in front of them. At that moment a distant rumble could be heard, letting the three bodies standing in the moonlight know the storm was now moving further up north.

A shiver went through Luke, bringing his thoughts back to the situation. They were cold, hurt and tired. And Luke had felt like collapsing for the past hour. However, he had not told Bo about this, knowing it would only cause him to worry while there's nothing they could do about it right now. The grey fog in his head was becoming thicker and thicker, and if they didn't move fast, he knew he would give in to the temptation and let darkness take over his worn out body.

An ear-splitting howl made a part of the fog disappear, causing both cousins to whirl their heads around, seeing another one of those creatures, albeit smaller, standing behind them. It's teeth were also revealed. And this one seemed less shy than the other, because it was slowly crawling towards them. The two heads, one blonde and curly, the other dark and unruly, turned towards each other, their eyes locking. And in an unspoken agreement both of them spoke the exact same thing at the exact same moment.

"Run, now!"

And they both jumped off the road and up the hill, scrambling up on the muddy ground. When Bo reached the top, he immediately turned back, frantically searching for his cousin. He found him halfway up, favouring his right arm against his chest, coughing loudly, trying to climb with his other arm. But somehow he couldn't seem to get any grip. And why was he shaking his leg?

It took Bo one second to realize all that, and after looking down he saw the reason of Luke's predicament. One of the wolves had gotten hold of Luke's pants leg, pulling at it with full force. Bo didn't hesitate for one second, grabbed a large stick from the ground next to him and swung it full force at the animal which was trying to take down his cousin.

The one strike hit it's target full force, and the wolf suddenly let go of Luke's pants leg looking slightly dazed.

The momentum of the force threw Luke forwards, and he could just grab hold of a root, which was sticking out of the muddy hillside, with his good arm. He lay still for a few agonizing seconds, trying to regain his breath, and control the pain which was flaring through his body. But as soon as he felt like he could move a muscle, he felt a hand firmly constrict around his good arm, partially pulling him up the slippery hill while Luke tried to put his feet under his body. And with combined efforts they got him up. Both Luke and Bo stood for a second, gasping and both supporting one another. Bo felt his bruised ribs aching from the inside, but he knew this wouldn't keep the predators below for long.

"We gotta move, Luke. You up for it?" he asked, meanwhile keeping one eye on the struggling wolves who were still trying to get up the muddy hill, slipping every once in a while. But they were gaining…

When there was no answer, Bo steadied his gaze at his elder cousin. And he didn't like what he saw. His cousin was pale, while a dark stain was still visible on the side of his head. He seemed to be in his own world, behind his glazed eyes, trying to take breaths with sharp intakes.

The coughs which wrecked his body sounded painful, but the last cough was the worst. Not because it was loud and not because it sounded like bone grinding together… But because of the blood which landed on Bo's dirty yellow shirt, leaving a small patch among the mud stains.

Now don't that put a dent in them boys' plans? Good ol' Luke coughin up blood like that? That can't be good… Y'all keep watching now, I'll just close my eyes, and wait for the happy end to appear…