Knowing werewolf hearing as I do now, I am positive if I scream bloody murder, all of the house will rush to me. It’s the middle of the night, I don’t want to scare Mia. But I’m scared. Neil looks like he’s about to die.
I settle for a medium, and I scream, “Archer! Beau!! Steven!!”
Neil and I wait for only a handful of seconds before a thunder of running footsteps echoes louder, toward us.
Archer arrives first. He’s in such good shape, he’s not even panting. He quickly takes in the sight around us, then kneels beside me to take in Neil’s wound. He curses under his breath.
Beau arrives next. He’s heaving a bit more, though his excessive cardio exercise seems to have gifted him very good stamina. When he sees Neil’s wound, he snaps, “You selfless fool.”
Steven comes in last. He’s out
