Werewolf Committee

"Am I dying?" I ask dramatically with the back of my hand against my forehead.

"No, Miss Weitzel. You'll live," the young paramedic said with a smile as he patted the moist cloth onto the bottom of my leg.

After the math room was attacked by well-rocks, the math teacher who's name was Mr Boyle, called the paramedics in the building and now here I was sitting on the white bed in a mini hospital looking room.

"Its pretty deep. You might need stitches," he said his award winning smile in place.

"That deep?" I groaned. I've never gotten stitches before. But according to my dear friend Lily back from my old school, it was very painful.

Oh Lord.

"Yeah," the boy said sounding breathless, "-very, very deep," he said in a low tone and I looked at him weirdly.

I was going to dismiss his strange behaviour, however his hand rode up my leg ever so slightly and I jumped back.

"You know if you could just call the doctor and leave that would be great," I said uncomfortable and squirmed in my seat.

I was ready to tell him

to see Tate appear in the room and once he saw the boy next

I was just attending to this student," he said as

was slammed into the

hissed his eyes glowing, "- and I will have your throat slit open," the threat in his voice was clear and once Tate let go of the boys collar he bowed his head and hurried away from

in shock and at the

was just helping me," I said in an awkward mumble as Tate appeared in front of me, eyes

Tate sneered and I leaned back slightly a little

stopped talking and he closed his eyes,

about it," he said standing up

shrug and Tate gave me a flat

his face hard and his

one, who got inside of the territory," Tate said in disbelief and I

said fuming as he appeared in front of me and cupped my

asked a little confused. I looked down and sure enough the gash was gone

I said clapping my hands beaming as I caught sight