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 to tell

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

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

the boy was slammed into the nearest wall with his feet

his

Tate in shock and at the open door the boy ran out

said in an awkward mumble as Tate appeared in front of me,

Tate sneered and I leaned back slightly a

he closed his eyes, inhaling a deep breath as his

want to think about it," he said standing up and

said with a shrug and Tate gave me a flat

his face hard and his jaw suddenly tense I

No one, who got inside of the territory," Tate said in disbelief and I

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

was gone and all that remained was dried up blood and what looked like a

hands beaming as I caught sight