''I get it,'' he said, ''the sun so loved the moon...''
His voice trailed off. We both knew the story. We knew it all too well. He was looking at me thoughtfully. I, however, turned away.
''What if,'' I began, ''the sun didn't want to die for the m...
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Tucker looked at me curiously. His eyes scanned my face as I stared through him. If he was searching for weakness or fear, he wouldn't find it.
"We'd like it if you could tell us how he died," Megan broke our stare down.
I turned my gaze toward her and softened slightly as I noticed her red eyes and thick voice. She must have known him somehow. Of course, they all must have. Except for Tilly, they were all in the same pack.
My feet moved forward even though my brain was screaming at me to move away from the corpse on the table. The man's face looked calm in death, as if nonexistence was relaxing. He looked to be in his thirties. He was too young. Was, I thought again, the word sounding eerily familiar.
The four werewolves cleared a path for me as I approached him. Truth be told, I wasn't sure what to expect if I touched him. My abilities, per usual, were somewhat of a mystery to me. My fingers hesitated inches above the man's arm. I bit my lip, anxiously biding my time before the horror that awaited me.
"Wait!" Tucker's voice startled me, and I pulled my hand away in shock. I looked at him curiously. "Er- do you even think this will work?"
His question was to no one in particular. He even seemed to know the answer. Of course, it would work, but he seemed as if he were hoping it wouldn't.
I swallowed and placed my hand over the man's arm before I could change my mind. My eyes shut with the force of the atrocities that rushed forward.
Our name was Isaac. We'd been running in the woods on the north side of town, by the high school. Our alpha had asked us to do perimeter checks. We were looking for something, anything that could tell us who or what was behind the disappearances of two of the wolves from the Denver pack.
We were told to run in pairs to protect ourselves, but we were much faster on four legs than Aisha (the other wolf we were paired with) so we'd run ahead. The arrow had come so fast that when it hit us we'd tumbled ten yards then crumpled under a tree. Our heart was pounding in our ears and we knew we had to get the arrow out and keep moving forward. We had to warn Aisha and the others. The hunters were back. Another arrow sailed through the air into our belly. We shrieked as pain flowered through our body, blood dripping from our mouth.
We tried to get the arrow out of our side but our body was frozen. We couldn't move. A redhead leaned down in front of us with a twisted smile on her face, we wished we could rip it off of her. In her hands, she held a large needle.
"Time to bleed."
We struggled with all of our might against whatever was coursing through our veins. Slowly, we felt our eyes droop. We had to get up and warn the...the...hunters were back...we had to-
