(A/N This is another short chapter, but quite eventful! Chapter 7 will be up soon! You know, that's if I get enough reviews. So review, review, review, review, review!)

I scream.

Am I daydreaming again? A glance at Nick tells me no.

I'm not.

It's real.

The wolf from my dreams is real.

I look up.

So are the bird guys, who are currently flying above us like vultures, circling in the air. If we stay where we are, we'll be made into mince meat.

Great.

"Ditzy? What are you doing? RUN!" I snap back into life at Nick's words. Fear pounds into my heart. I feel like collapsing, but I can't.

"Give me the girl, and no-one gets hurt." The creature points a long, knobbly finger at Neriah. I grab my sister's hand, and Nick grabs her other hand. Chills run up and down my arm at his touch.

"Over my dead body," I snarl, sounding a hell of a lot more confident that I feel. Nick looks at me, a little surprised.

"Well," replies the beast. "I think that can be arranged." He lunges forward, teeth bared, claws out. We turn and run.

We run in a V form, Neriah at the back, half running, half being dragged across the forest.

I'm so scared, and my mind is racing. I desperately call for help. From the one person I've been dreading contact with.

Voice! Need a little help here! Voice?

No reply. Typical.

We keep running, twigs snapping under our feet, branches whipping past out faces, forcing our eyes closed for most of the run.

The monster behind us lets rip another roar, which makes us force our feet faster. I'm so scared, my stomach feels like it's about to let me see what I had for my lunch.

Above us there is squawking. I know the bird people are up there, waiting for their master's orders to kill. I gulp, and the creature's let out another squawk.

We've been running for ages - about an hour it seems - by the time it happens.

Neriah's tired, and I've been carrying her for about ten minutes while she regains her strength. I don't know where all my stamina and strength has come from, but I'm not tired. At all. I put Neriah back on the ground, because she says she wants to, and she instantly starts running as soon as her feet hit the ground.

I look over at Nick. He's about of breath, and looks like he's about to faint.

We've been darting in and out of trees, hoping to lose the follower on behind us, but have failed miserably every time.

I'm sweating, I have blood running down my face, and I have been crying so much in the past hour it makes up for all the times I haven't. As I look at Neriah's face, I see tears spilling out of her eyes. Poor kid. She's only fi-six.

Then comes the tug. I look to my right, and see Neriah fall. Just like the dream. I knew it would happen. I hear a crunch and I scream.

"Neriah! Get up!" I hoist her up onto her bum and catch sight of her leg. It's broken; bone sticking out of the skin, and the thought of it is making me want to puke. This was entirely my fault. Tears spring to my mind once again, and I brush them away with the back of my hand. I hear yet another roar, and I know my nightmare is not far behind.

"She's not going to get up." Nick says, appearing once again, out of seemingly nowhere. I had forgotten about him. He collapses on the floor, exhausted. I don't blame him.

"I'm not leaving her," I close my eyes, a stubborn look on my face. "Don't even think about it."

I open my eyes. He looks up at me and nods. I nod back. We're thinking the same thing.

"Go," I say. "You're not involved. You can make it out of here alive."

He shakes his head and simply replies.

"I'm more involved than you think."

I want to protest, but I don't have time. So instead I shut up and turn towards the monster's general direction. I'm startled by another roar, and quickly pull myself together. For Neriah. She's lying on the ground, whimpering, and I swallow. Judging by the roar, the brute is about two, three seconds away.

I take a deep breath.

And get ready to fight for my sister's life.

I racked my brain for what was going to happen next, but last night, in the new version, I had blacked out. I had no idea what was coming, so I gulped and mentally prepared for the worst.

The monster burst out through the trees and spotted Neriah. He sniffed through his nostrils and I know he's sniffing her blood. Creep. He was looking at her hungrily and made his way towards her but his vision was blocked as Nick and I moved in front of Neriah protectively, arms crossed. He growls.

"Move." He says, voice threatening, and advances towards us.

"No." I am not going to let this monster eat my six-year-old sister! I would normally laugh at how silly that sounds, but I'm too tense.

The monster breaks into a run, gaining two metres every step. He's here in a matter of milliseconds. He lunges forward, about to attack. Nick steps in front of me, protecting me from mister wolf, and the beast takes a massive swipe with its paws and hits Nick across the stomach. A massive gash forms and Nick is thrown 10 feet away and hits a tree. He slumps down, only just conscious. He looks dead.

"Nick!" I cry. He's losing blood badly. I run over to him, momentarily forgetting Neriah. I turn as I remember, and watch the beast bend over her, obstructing her from view.

"Neriah! Nick!" I scream.

I feel anger. How dare that oversized rat attack my family, my friends! I am overwhelmed by the anger, my insides burning white hot. The worry has gone. The fear has gone. All I feel is anger.

Pure anger. I feel my feet lift off the ground, but I hardly notice.

All I see is a flash of the purest, most brilliant white I have seen.

Then black. Darkness.

Total, complete darkness.

(A/N DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNNNNNN……… don't forget to review for chapter 7! What was the flash? Mwahahaha I like cliffies!)