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face and closed my eyes.
“Just relax. It doesn’t matter,” I said.
“No!!” he growled pulling away from my hand. “He crossed the line this time.” The pressure that Mitch had on my wound disappeared and so did he. I moaned and tried to sit up. It hurt but I had to find Mitch. I climbed out the car and was greeted by Amy.
“Awe, is little Jayde hurt?” she asked.
“This is nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you,” I said holding my wound and standing straight. The pain was going away and I felt myself healing.
“I liked you better when you had no attitude,” she said putting a hand on her hip.
“I always had an attitude. Maybe it’s timed that we are properly introduced,” I growled. I fell to all four and leaped at her. Amy was in her wolf form and she rolled out of the way. I growled her and she pawed at my face. I felt blood trickle down my eye. I really hoped she knew who she was messing with. I jumped and clawed at her back she yelped and growled. I bit at her neck and felt her blood slide down my throat. I jumped back and watched her as she scurried away. I ran in the direction of Mitch with only my nose guiding me to him.

Chapter Twelve

When I finally found Mitch, he was in his human form beating on a very bloody Felix. I switched into my human form and hauled Mitch of him. He tried to fight me to get to Felix but I shoved him and he backed into a tree. He realized what he was doing and put his head down. I walked to Felix and put my converse to his neck.
“You bit me,” I said in disgust.
“You healed,” he said in shock.
“Yeah well your little girlfriend pissed me off and sped up the process,” I said. I lifted him by his shirt and threw him into the trunk of a tree. “Back to the subject. You bit me.”
“You don’t seem like the one to hold a grudge,” he said as he stretch out his back after hitting the tree.
“But you don’t know me, now do you?” I asked. “Why did you attack me?”
“Your very hot when you’re. It’s kind of cute,” he said.
“Let me know if this is cuter,” I said. I lifted my fist and punched him in his already bleeding nose. He grabbed his nose and laughed.
“Very cute,” he said. I didn’t see him coming so I couldn’t have stopped him. Mitch was punching and beating on his brother.
“Mitch!!”I yelled but he wasn’t listening. By the time Mitch stopped, Felix was unconscious. I grabbed Mitch’s hand and pulled him away. His whole body was shaking and he was breathing heavily. I pulled him and we started running. We ran all the way back to the hotel and into the room. I closed the door behind Mitch and rested my head against it. I turned to see that Mitch was sitting on the chair. He was staring at his bloody hands. I walked over to him and kneeled down in front of him.
“Are you ok?” I asked. He shook his head no. I went in the bathroom and wet a wash cloth with warm water. I wiped his hands free of blood and then his face. I saw that his shirt was tore in the back. Three long claw marks were on his back. I started to pull his shirt from over his head and he let me. There were scratches everywhere. I pressed the rag to the deep scars on his back. I cleaned the blood off his skin as his body began to heal itself. After I knew that cleaning the blood would hurt him, I tried to get the blood that was from the biggest wounds. I turned to see if there was any scratches on his chest and froze at how muscular he was. I shook my head and heard him chuckle.
“What?” I asked looking for any scratches.
“I saw that,” he said.
“Shut up,” I said, my face getting hot. He reached for my shirt but I stopped his hand. He tried again but this time I let him. I looked down at my side and saw that my wound was still there but it didn’t hurt at all. It looked pretty deep and it was still bleeding. He took the rag from me and wiped around my wound. I sat very still as he worked. He ran his fingers gently across but I didn’t feel any pain. He pulled me up to my feet by my arm. He held my waist while he examined me. I hadn’t noticed that my arm was bleeding and I figured it must have been when I fought off Amy.
“You don’t heal as fast as me but the pain goes away faster,” he said.
“I don’t mind,” I said shrugging. He began wiping at the wound. He stood up and I saw how much he toward over me.
“How was your first day as a werewolf?”he asked me.
“I could do without the violence but other than that-,” I said but then Mitch’s lips were on mine. I raised my eyebrows in surprised and melted in the kiss. He pulled away and was smiling down at me.
“You were saying?” he asked.
“Pretty damn good,” I breathed. He chuckled and pulled me in for another kiss.

Chapter Thirteen

I woke up laying on Mitch’s bare chest. His hand was wrapped protectively around my waist. I was still in my clothes from last night. I stretched and Mitch shifted under me. I looked up to see if I had woke him up. I gently moved his hand off my waist. I grabbed some clothes out my duffel bag and went into the bathroom. I closed the door and locked it. I ran the hot water and stripped. I washed the blood from my body and hair. I wrapped a towel around my waist and dried my hair. I quickly dressed and looked at myself in the mirror. I yawned and opened the bathroom door. Mitch was stretching on the bed. He smiled when he saw me. I smiled back.
“We have to leave now,” he said. I nodded and began re-gathering my things. I had left the suitcase in the car so most of my stuff was there. He picked up his shirt and held it in his hand. I looked in my bag and pulled out a extremely large t-shirt. I handed it to him and he gave me a questioning look. I shrugged and put the rest of my stuff in my bag. I pulled the bag over my shoulder but Mitch took it and placed it in his shoulder. He grabbed my guitar and held the door open for me.
The familiar lady at the front desk eyed Mitch and my bag.
“Leaving so soon?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Did you enjoy your stay?” she asked handing me a piece of paper to sign. I signed my name at the bottom and handed her the room key.
“Yes I did,” I said smiling. She nodded.
“Come again,” she said waving as I walked away. Mitch was waiting at the car. He was staring at the backseat of the car. It was covered with blood from when I was laying there.







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