I tried so desperately to breath, and I could barely think. I feel the pup moving inside of me, scratching at me harder than I thought it could. I was terrified, and the pup must have been connected to my emotions because its scratches were quick and frantic, as if trying to escape something terrible.
I desperately tried to turn around, and I came face to face with the eyes of Paul.
"Paul?" I asked in despair. How could he do something like that? I'd known he had so many angry outbursts, but where did that come from? And shouldn't I have recognized his voice?
He started scratching at my stomach more, I could feel him getting deeper and deeper. I tried so desperately to scream for help, but all the came out was a whimper.
Suddenly I felt his body being ripped away from mine and thrown against the wall.
I looked over to see Edward, sheer anger in his eyes as he let out a deep menacing growl.
He made sure that the ware wolf had passed out before he held me shaking body to his, soon running back to his house.
He laid me down on the couch in my room and soon took his place next to me, stroking my hair and trying to sooth my sobbing form.
He helped me put some bandages on the claw marks, and he pulled me onto his lap, holding me closer to him than he had ever held me before.