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I yelled at Michael to go inside and get the supplies Shelby said we needed. The wolf was shuddering and convulsing as we pressed our hands to its neck wound. I could feel the hot, sticky blood pushing up against my hands while anxiety clouded my mind. I also felt hot with hate for Shelby for doing all this but I tried to push it out of my mind.

Michael came back quickly and gave us the bandages, gauze, and sponges. We quickly wrapped his neck up and sponged as much blood as we could off his fur and around the deep wound.

"Tell the boy to take him inside to watch him while we go see if your girl is still alive." Rasped Shelby. I had no choice but to do as she said and told Michael to keep him safe and that I would be back as soon as I could.

He gave a nervous nod of his head and picked up the little dog that was my one and only son. Before I could let the sadness swell up inside me I turned away and started running with Shelby. The trees and sky flew by as we ran and I tried to let everything else go as I focused on trying to save Grace.

That thought distracted me. Here I am trying to save Grace, shouldn't grace be a thing that saved others? I let it disappear from my mind as I herd the screams though the trees.

The sound rang high and clear and at first brought pain and fear to my heart but then it beat with happiness. If she can scream she is still alive! And that means there's still time!

We ran faster and came to a small enclave of a hill side that tried to hide a small bleeding figure and three wolf-like figures who just stared at her agony. "Grace!" I screamed and ran to her and held her cold hand. "Its ok Grace I am here, I am here." I whispered.

She weakly looked up at me and mouthed one word…..

Help

She closed her eyes and slumped over.

My blood rushed through my veins along with pure adrenaline.

"WHAT DO I DO SHELBLY?" I roared at the silver ghost standing over me holding her broken rib panting.

Her eyes widened in my anger and she gently crouched down beside Grace while scanning her broken body. Grace convulsed and moaned with blood pooling around her pants. Shelby looked confused for a moment while I waited anxiously for a response.

Finally she looked to me and in an even voice replied "She's unconscious so well have to deliver the baby by hand but she probably won't make it."

I looked at my beautiful wife and her pained expression and could only mutter the one word fate gave me the option of.

Ok.

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