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.

ready to

in the room and once he saw the boy next to me he took in

attending to this student," he said as he glanced at Tate and then back at my

the

open," the threat in his voice was clear and once Tate

at Tate in shock and at

appeared in front of me, eyes dark as both of his arms were on both sides

leaned back slightly a little startled at

deep-" Tate stopped talking and he closed his eyes,

want to think about it,"

with a shrug and

said his face hard and his jaw suddenly tense I was afraid it

the borders and everything. But there's no one. No one, who got inside of the

appeared in front of me and cupped

gash was gone and all that remained was dried up blood and what

a fast healer!" I said clapping my hands beaming as I