Wolf

Prologue

"Silver bullets," he snapped, his entire demeanor changing, "don't try anything."

Rowan exited the cell first and I followed, feet scuffing across the cold floor. The man shoved me forward, hand gripping my bicep, and I jerked my arm out of his grip, snarling. I heard a bullet click into place in the gun and I felt the cool metal of the barrel against my temple. I turned to face the man and he didn't move the gun that was now pointing at my forehead.

"Go ahead," I growled, though my heart was racing with panic and fear, "shoot me." The man's eyes were hard. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Let's just take it down a notch," Rowan said, but I could hear the note of his own fear in his voice. A moment passed and no one moved. Then, the man lowered his gun.

"Move it," he snapped, and he backed away from me, turning around and continuing to walk. Rowan gave me a look as I complied, falling into step with him, just a few steps behind the man.

"What was that?" he hissed, anger creeping into his tone.

I shrugged, "It's not like he was actually going to shoot me." Rowan shook his head.

"That's not the point, man," he replied, "you aren't invincible." I chuckled, glancing over at Rowan to see him shaking his head once again. "Idiot," he muttered under his breath, and I might've replied, but then we were turning a corner and walking through a dark, wooden door.

The room was large with a high ceiling. A long wooden table sat in the center of the room, it's dark color a sharp contrast to the lightly colored floor. My gaze wandered to the far end of the room and landed on a familiar head of dark hair and a set of broad shoulders.

"Will?" I asked, and he turned around.

"James!" he exclaimed, "You idiot!" He turned back around. "I'm so sorry for the misunderstanding and the inconvenience," he said, and I suddenly understood why everyone thought my brother was going to be a good alpha.

"Don't let it happen again," a familiar voice replied, and a chill went down my spine. Will nodded, said something about making sure it wouldn't, and started walking towards us. There was fire in his blue eyes and his lips were set in a hard line.

"Let's go," he demanded, and I bristled slightly at the commanding tone of his voice. He held out two shirts, "Put these on." I scowled, snatching one shirt and handing the other to Rowan. However, I didn't argue, and I quickly followed him out of the room and down the hall, sliding the shirt on over my head.

We were out of the building and in the woods before he spoke again. "Do you even realize what you've done?" he asked. I sighed, caught between feeling ashamed or irritated.

"It was stupid," I replied, "but we were just having a little fun-"

"A 'little fun'?" Will snapped, cutting me off. "Tensions were already high with the Iratus pack," he continued, voice sharp, "this little stunt of yours has only made things worse!" I remained stoic, glaring straight back at him as I was far too stubborn to back down. Will seemed to deflate after a few moments, shaking his head. "I'm glad you're ok," he sighed, "you're a complete and total idiot, but at least you aren't dead." I cracked a half smile, shrugging. I never could hold a grudge against him.

"At least there's that," I replied, and Will punched my shoulder playfully.

"Yeah I'm ok too, thanks for asking," Rowan commented. I laughed, looking at him.

"I'm glad you're alright," Will said, slapping Rowan on the back. "Really, I mean it."

Rowan, looking rather appeased, replied, "Ok, ok, don't get all mushy on me." I started to laugh once again but suddenly, a single shot rang out. "Oh shit!" Rowan exclaimed, "C'mon we gotta go!" But I was frozen, staring at the red that was blossoming across Will's stomach.

"Will.." I choked out, lifting my gaze to meet his pained blue eyes.

"Run," he gasped, and blood leaked from his lips.

"Will," I exclaimed, stepping towards him, "I'm not leaving you!" Then, another shot rang out, followed by another. I felt a bullet graze my arm and I yelped.

"Go!" Will yelled, and the single outburst seemed to drain him of his remaining strength. Rowan grabbed my arm and started dragging me along.

"No!" I shouted. Bullets raced past us, the sound of gunfire filling the air. Rowan began dragging me back as I fought against him. Another bullet hit Will and he fell to his knees. "Will!" I yelled, everything in me screaming to help him. A bullet found my shoulder and I cried out, the pain almost unbearable. Will collapsed to the ground, and I knew he was gone. I felt like something had been ripped out of me, and suddenly the pain in my arm and shoulder seemed dull in comparison to the pain in my chest.

"James we have to go! He's gone James we have to go!" Rowan exclaimed. I knew he was right, I knew we were lucky we hadn't been killed yet anyways. I nodded slowly, my voice seeming to have disappeared, and it hurt. It hurt like a bitch. I idly wondered if the silver that surely laced the bullets was affecting my compliance. How ironic that the thing trying to kill me would save my life.

Rowan yelled in pain, tearing me from my revelry. "Come on!" I yelled, voice cracking. The bullet had grazed his face from his chin to his temple and blood was pouring from the wound. We turned and ran, sprinting as quickly as our legs would allow us. I could feel white hot pain like nothing I'd ever felt searing through my arm and making it's way across my torso, as if there was fire in my blood. I stumbled slightly, and Rowan grabbed my arm to keep me upright.

"We're almost there," he panted. His voice sounded muffled, as if he were a long ways off. My ears were ringing. I couldn't feel my arm, I couldn't move it. My legs didn't want to work anymore, and I collapsed, taking Rowan down with me. I landed on my back. My heart was pounding in my ears. I gazed up at the nighttime sky and all I could see was Will; Will gazing at me with blood on his lips. Will collapsing to the ground. Will, Will, Will. I could vaguely hear Rowan yelling, screaming at me to keep my eyes open, saying he was going to get help, telling me everything was going to be alright. The last thought I had before I was consumed by darkness was that nothing was ever going to be alright ever again.