"Hit me," EREBUS ARGENT ORDERED THE YOUNG WEREWOLF. The boy could only be eleven years old, maybe twelve.
"W-wait?" The boy asked, still fearful but now confused.
"Listen, I'm not gonna hurt or kill you. But, my mother would, I need you to hit me and make it seem like you hit the upper hand." Erebus reached out, although he had thrown his gun off of the side, making it seem like there was struggle in a fight.
Erebus was knocked down, and not by the young werewolf.
"Mom! Wait!" The boy yelled as the new werewolf clawed at Erebus.
Erebus managed to show the werewolf off of him, holding up a arm. The woman stopped, scanning him in shock. "Since when are they training middle schoolers?"
"You have to get out of here before my mom arrives, she'll kill you." Erebus immediately.
"Erebus!" Kate yelled.
"Run," Erebus whispered harshly.