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

boy next to me

just attending to this student," he said as

the nearest wall with his feet dangling in

her again," Tate hissed his eyes glowing, "- and I will have your throat slit open," the threat in his voice was

Tate in shock and at the open door the boy

mumble as Tate appeared in front of me, eyes dark as both of his arms

I leaned back slightly

was talking about how deep-" Tate stopped talking and he closed his eyes, inhaling a deep breath

it,"

I said with a shrug and

Tate said his face hard and his jaw suddenly tense I

people circle the borders and everything. But there's no one. No one, who got inside of the territory," Tate

leg," he said fuming as he appeared in front of me

the gash was gone and all that remained

hands beaming as I caught sight of the corner of Tate's