I didn't know what to do. She was losing blood. In all my years of hunting, killing animals, and drinking and seeing blood, I felt woosy. Maybe because I loved her. And seeing her in pain makes it 10 times worse. I am seriously gonna kill those 4 boys. They basically killed her. And if she dies, I'm gonna take theirs and mine with hers. I can't live without her.
"It's gonna be ok," I said; even though I knew she was unconsious, "I swear I will save you."
I pressed my lips against hers. And this was the e last love touch we had until I did the the unthinkable. I changed into a wolf. I bit, well, more like nipped, her on the wrists, arms, and neck. Then I bit her on her chest near her heart. That should do it, I thought, that should change her into one of us, a werewolf, a monster.
As much as I hated being a werewolf, imagining her being a monster like me was just unholy. A new werewolf can only hold back their hunger for so long. If she sees one that bullies her, she could lose it and kill them with just the slightest nip. That's how powerful a new werewolf is. A human turned into a new wolf stays a wolf for about a year. So, if she doesn't die, I will stay a wolf for as long as she stays a wolf.
But, I'm not a new werewolf, well, I am, kind of. I turned to a werewolf when I was about 15. And I am still not really used to it. I turned back into a human.
Then, I heard a wimper. I looked down to where Jaycyn was. A rare, beautiful Mexican Wolf took the place of Jaycyn, so I knew that the Transformation was a success. I turned into a wolf, too.
"Tyson? Why is everything so, big?" Jaycyn asked.
"The Transformation was a success. You're not dead, but a wolf. And a rare one at that." I said, then winked.
"What breed am I?"
"A Mexican Wolf. They are kind of like calico cats, but in wolf form. They are beautiful, but not as beautiful as you." I touched her nose with mine.
I hoped this moment would never end. But that's how I feel about every moment with her.