It’s too soon. It can’t be Brandon.
But to her surprise and relief, Brandon was walking towards her in his human form.Again. Naked!But what bothered her most was the expression on his face. His face was red, and he looked like he had swallowed a bottle of chili sauce. He was furious at something.
“What happened?” she inquired, stuttering. She was feeling uneasy with the way he shot her a glance. Without saying a word, he walked past her and stormed into his bedroom, slamming the door closed.
“Brandon,” she said, loudly knocking on his door, feeling annoyed. He was supposed to bring her news!
“Open the goddamned door!” she yelled. After a few knocks, Brandon emerged, already dressed. He was carrying a duffle bag and a bunch of keys. “Where are you going?” she growled angrily.
“We need to leave.”
“Are you crazy? What about my father?”
He looked away.
“W-What happened?”
“We need to leavenow,” Brandon repeated, sending chills of fear down her spine.
“No.”
“Alli, listen to me. You’re not safe here.” His tone was now gentle when he met her gaze. “Please.”
“I am not leaving without my father,” she stated firmly.
He gritted his teeth as his muscles tensed. “He’s not coming back.”
Allison felt a hand squeezing her heart. No, she must’ve heard it wrong.
“What?” She repeated.
“Your dad’s not coming back,” he spoke – loud and clear. “But we need to leave. Now! They’re coming for you.”
Without warning, Brandon grabbed her hand, not giving her a chance for any morewhatsandwhys.He handed her the duffle bag and dragged her out of the house. The next thing Allison knew, she was riding on top of Brandon’s wolf form. He was running at full speed – so fast, almost making her forget how to breathe.
Grabbing his thick white fur, she saw a large dark brown wolf from the corner of her eye, coming out from the bushes. It let out a long, loud howl, making Brandon gain more speed - his paws sounding like a horse’s hooves.
One by one, in different colors, wolves both smaller and larger than Brandon emerged from the woods – surrounding them. And then she realized that the howl had called the others.
“Mamma mia,” she gasped, gripping Brandon’s fur in fear.
The white wolf stopped in his tracks and turned to face the others. Those wolves were clearly out hunting for them, especially her.
He was right.
She was not safe there.
You’re right, Dad.
When it was Brandon’s turn to growl, Allison felt the hair all over her body standing on end. He was scarier than all of the wolves that surrounded her.
Thank God he was on her side.
“No, you can’t handle all of them,” she whispered at the white wolf. “You’ll die.”
But he continued growling as if he didn’t hear her. His voice was echoing across the vast forest – disturbing the birds and driving the small animals away.
Slowly, Allison took a quick look around and saw about eight wolves bowing their heads, ears curled, and whimpering in fear. But the dark brown wolf, which she presumed to be the leader, continued standing straight with its head held high. It scratched its left front leg on the ground a few times before running towards them.
