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.

didn't move I was ready

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

he said as

flash the boy was slammed into the nearest wall with his

his voice was clear and once Tate let go of the boys collar he bowed his head and

looked at Tate in shock and at the

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

and I leaned back slightly a little startled

and he closed his eyes, inhaling

think about it," he said standing up and

said with a shrug and Tate gave me a

face hard and his jaw suddenly tense I was afraid it

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

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

and sure enough the gash was gone and all that

beaming