Chapter 22
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU LEFT! I'M STILL FURIOUS!" howled Paul, chucking a plate at Seth. Emily wrapped her hand around my arm and led me upstairs. I could hear things breaking, and Paul bellowing. I was scared. I hate fighting. Emily touched my shirt, there was thick goop caked on like pink frills on a tutu. She handed me one shirt from her closet. I slid into it. I noticed Emily's face, the intricate scars on her face.
Dad had told me that Sam had phased and accidentally attacked Emily. She pulled her hair over her cheek. "Sorry, must be slightly frightening since Seth is a werewolf and all." I shrugged. I heard more crashes, and howls. "They phased didn't they?" she nodded. I crumpled into a small ball. I worried about Seth, he was the best thing I had…but I mean he hasn't been phasing as often as Paul. I heard whimpering. "No!" I rushed downstairs, avoiding Emily's outstretched fingers. There was Seth, in wolf form, curled on the floor. "No! Baby!" I touched his fur, clutched it, feeling his sticky warm blood on my fingers. He whimpered again.
Our eyes met for just a moment. Help me. He pleaded. How could I hear his thoughts? I held him closer, guiding him over to the front door. His paw was bleeding onto the hard wood floor. "I've gotchya. You need to be home, phase back, and I can help." He gave a somber nod. I kissed his snout. The walk was brutal to watch. His whimpers became louder, and worse. Finally we were at the Clearwater residence. He phased and ran to the door.
Before I could duck for the medicine chest, I saw his wound heal. "That's right," I smiled "Werewolves heal quickly." He smiled back. Touching my fingers, he whispered. "I love you." I smiled wide, leaned in, and kissed him once tenderly. "I love you too." Whispering into his lips. He kissed me more, his tongue brushing over mine, the taste so sweet. He put his hands under my shirt, touching my spine, making me shiver. Oh how I love him. I'd give him anything and everything.