#pt42

He’s running before you can question anything. Sam darts after him, “Jr wait!” You dart after Sam, “You can’t go with him! You’re not a werewolf! Guys!” You skid to a stop just before you reach the alley. You don’t want to get involved. You’re not magical, you can’t get bit, it could kill you. You don’t need to be in the midst of this. It turns out that it doesn’t matter what you need or do. The wolves spill out of the alley, it being too small to hold them. You scream and scramble back, but the wolves quickly engulf you. You duck behind a trash can quickly, trying to hide. Why do these things ALWAYS happen to you? ‘They didn’t before I met Jr…’ The thought barely has time to rush through your mind before a wolf whips around the trash can. It’s eyes fall on you and you freeze, staring at it. It lunges and you gasp and roll out of the way. You manage to avoid the brunt of the attack, but the claws of one paw still find your arm. They rake fown your arm, from you elbow to your wrist. It doesn’t hurt, you’re too pumped full of adrenaline for that. You take off running as fast as you can. The streets are full of wolves, everywhere. Where did they come from? Did they escape from the wolf city? You don’t see Jr or Sam anywhere. You round a corner, only to see another wave of wolves. They’re all fighting among themselves. Your mind wanders back to Jr, ‘That’s my pack…’ You stumble over to a building, pressing yourself against a wall. ‘There’s a pack of wolves in my city…. No… There’s more than one pack of wolves, there’s at least two, fighting, right now…’ You try to squeeze into an alley, but two wolves notice you. One lunges, but the other rams into it and glares. You stand frozen, not daring to move. After a moment, they turn and run off. You would have cried with relief, if you had had time. But right now you have to get out of here. You have to get home. You turn and warmth splatters across your face. It burns. You wipe at it desperately, squinting around to find what it’s from. Right in front of you, there’s a wolf being ripped to shreds. You stumble back, nausea taking you. You collapse by the building and look down. Your eyes find your bloody arm, then fall to your wrist. Your bracelet… Your charm... Your protection... It’s gone. You gasp and wipe desperately at your face, “Jr? Jr! Jr!” Fear grips you as everything swims. No… This can’t happen to you… You can’t be exposed to this kind of magic, not without your charm… You finally find Sam. He’s crouched against the wall, a wolf with bright blue eyes is guarding him. You assume that’s Jr. You call out for him again, but your voice is weak. You have to get out of here. You have to find your bracelet. You try and get up, but fall again. Why is this happening to you? You can’t die… Your mom needs you… Jr needs you… You crawl towards Jr. A wolf rams into you, slamming you against ground. You groan. The wolf is heavy, and not moving. You’re too weak to push it off. ‘Isn’t he supposed to notice me? Isn’t he supposed to come save me? Why isn't he coming?’ You stare at him from the ground. He’s guarding his brother with everything he has, not letting anyone even close to him. He doesn’t even glance in your direction. And then you realise… No… He’s not supposed to notice you. He was never supposed to protect you. You aren’t the main character. This isn’t your story. This is there’s… You were always just a side character... Your eyes slowly close and you breathe out for the last time...