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

Tate appear in the room and once he saw the boy next to me he took in a sharp breath and his

he said as he glanced

was slammed into the nearest wall with his feet dangling

have your throat slit open," the threat in his

at the open door the boy

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

slightly a little startled at this new

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

it," he said

I said with a shrug and Tate gave me

hard and his jaw suddenly tense I was

But there's no one. No one, who got inside of the territory," Tate said in

appeared in front of me

the gash was gone and all that

I'm a fast healer!" I said clapping my hands beaming