Bitten by a werewolf

Quickly I make my way home while taking glances at my phone trying to see the directions I need to go in. "Damn GPS" I groan as it starts recalculating again. "Why am I so bad at directions and so good at getting lost?" I start tapping the phone again and start off again. Me and my family had to move, so here I am in a completely new place surrounded by mountains and forests that seem to go on forever. Not that i mind because I like nature, but I feel like it's confusing my GPS. Finally I'm taken to a street that I think I recognize (not that I trust myself) by the woods. I quicken my pace when I see no one around, which makes my paranoia have a field day. Every rustle of a bush would send me jumping making me think, what if I get jumped by some guy or guys waiting for some person to ambush. I can feel my breathing quickening and I try to calm myself down when I hear something. I look towards the woods and again I hear it and this time I can tell its a howl. Now all I can think is, I wonder where the wolves are? Again, I look up the long road and sigh. "Why couldn't my brothers have picked me up?" I asked, but of course no one replies. Two were busy working at home and the other two are out doing who knows what while my parents were busy at their new jobs. Getting bored, I started looking in the forest through the trees and at the little animals and birds hopping around. Suddenly I see something coming from far in the distance, but I just shrug it off as a wild deer or something. The next second I turn and stop in my tracks as I see a large wolf running at me, teeth bared and the closer it comes the larger it seems. Almost as big as a bear or a horse. I try to scream but nothing comes out and my body refuses to move. Soon it's nearly on top of me when all of a sudden another wolf tackles it down sending this black wolf flying and landing a meter or more away. Quickly it makes its get away as it whimpers.  Just as the new brown wolf starts getting ready to run off after it, it notices me.