Chapter 42

We were walking hand-in-hand then we heard a shrill scream burst through the air. We both stripped and shifted and ran towards the sound, we found a dead she-wolf and a rouge covered in blood. We both didn't hesitate we killed the man, Nate gripped on the rouge's thwart while I clawed at his stomach. I heard a soft crying, I followed it to a tree a couple feet away from the scene. It was a young boy he looked around the age of three and he was crying in his hands. He looks at me then pushes himself up on to the tree, looking scared for his life. I sat in front of him placing my head on my paws. He slowly approached me and then he patted my fur and snuggled close to my stomach. Timothy. It felt warm. I was on the couch, no I was on Nathan's lap and I was nestled close to his chest and Timothy was squeezing my arm tight, with his mighty five-year-old strength. I silently chuckled at the twenty-year-old acting like the five-