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Wolf in Me: Chapter 6
I'm Sorry

A large, brown wolf slunk from shadow to shadow. He was large than a normal wolf, almost the size of a bear, but he still made no noise while stalking his prey. His prey was something of an unknown: a large fox with two tails.

The scent of magic and blood hung in the air, almost making the wolf sneeze. The fox was in plain view from where the wolf was hiding in the shadows. The wolf shifted, crouching down, ready to pounce. A small breeze flowed past the large beasts and the fox jumped to it's feet; the wolf had been caught. In a swift blur of brown, the wolf leapt out of the shadows and raced to the fox; teeth baring and growling. The two collided, creating a harsh sound of thunder. The fight was on.

In a cave miles away from the fight, a human male sat nervously in a cave, watching four sleeping fox kits. He was in a demi-goddess's home; waiting, praying his friends will be alright.

His friends - two female humans and a werewolf - were out hunting a two tailed, fox demi-god. He would have been with them too, but he had chosen to stay and help protect the kits.

"Will, calm down."

Will glared at Sunute, "I'm worried."

Sunute, who was in human form and leaning against the wall across from him, rolled her eyes; "They are fine. They would have radioed in if they ran into any trouble."

Will sighed and got off the cave floor, and walked to the entrance of the cave. The wind that was sweeping through made him shiver, but he paid no heed. He knew he shouldn't be too worried; he knew they were very capable of taking down any abnormal - a demi-god included. But that didn't help his nerves at all.

He scowled and started pacing the entrance of the cave. His body was alert, his senses on high. Usually he avoided going into danger like what was out there, but his body - his heart and mind - were telling him to get out there.

A piercing howl echoed through the woods and caused him to stiffen. The howl cut off abruptly and there was silence. Pure silence.

The radio on his side crackled to life; "Ash…Henry down…back up..shit!" A gunshot rang from both the radio and the forest.

Will tensed and he pushed off, "Henry!"

He ran as fast as he could; adrenaline flowing through his body. Tree branches him, causing scratched over his body. He had tripped once, twisting his ankle and opening a large wound on his arm.

In the back of his mind, he realized how mad Magnus and Sunute would be because he got hurt again. He laughed.

The sound of the battle between man and beast reached his ears; slowly getting louder with each step he took. His hand moved and brought out a 9mm Magnus had given him.

An orange blur shot in front of his vision and he shot at it, but he cursed when the bullet hit a tree with a thunk.

The orange fox rushed into his peripheral vision and went to shoot, but he was too slow. A powerful paw slammed into his side; claws digging into his side as he was sent flying. The pain didn't hit him until his body slammed into the ground. He screamed as a fire-like pain shot up from his side.

He tried to get up, but the pain was just too great. His vision swam. He could make out the blurry form of the fox coming towards him. He reached for the pistol, but it was long gone: haven been thrown when he was hit.

'Henry.'

His vision blurred and things seemed to slow down. A shot rang out and he saw the bullet fly through the air and hit the fox in the chest. The fox stumbled and fell down to the ground, not getting up again.

He grinned, but coughed as the blood came up in his throat. His breathing was labored - the fox had either caught a lung or he had some broken ribs. His vision faded into darkness.

'Henry..'

"Will, promise me something."

"Yeah?"

"Whatever happens, protect Ashley and Helen."

"Henry.."

"Promise me"

"…I promise."

'I've failed you. Please forgive me.'

"Will?"

'Magnus?'

"Will can you hear me?"

'Yeah, I can hear you.'

"Good. Can you open your eyes?"

'Okay.'

He struggled to comply, but it was difficult. His lids were heavy and they seem to ignore every command. Eventually; though, he opened his eyes, but immediatly shut them. The light were bright. "Ow."

"Right, sorry." He heard clothes rustling as they went away and came back a few seconds later. "Try that."

When he opened his eyes a second time, his vision was blurry. He blinked and it cleared enough to which he could see. He was in the very familiar infermary of the sancutary, but how did he get here? He was propped up on a hard, uneven bed - a bed with rails. The pillows were flat and lump. There was an annoying beeping sound somewhere close by. His stomach ached, and his side throbbed; death shouldn't be this uncomfortable.

"Hey," Helen said breathlessly beside him, but he didn't pay attention. "I'm here. Blink if you can hear me."

He blinked once, slowly. "Hen -" he croaked out.

Helen shook her head, "Shh, don't try to talk. Just rest."

He shook his head, "Hen..ry."

Helen smiled and put a hand on his arm; "He's fine. He got out of surgery about on hour ago. He got lucky."

"What happened?"

"Will tried to stay in his wolf form without the wolf taking over, but he got distracted when it tried to. The fox used the opportunity to attack him. He's just as bad as you are."

Will frowned, "Can I see him?"

She shook her head, "I'm sorry but - "

"Please!" He cried. "I need to see him!"

She sighed, "Alright. But later, you need rest."

He sighed but nodded, "Okay."

She smiled and walked out of the room, leaving him to relax. He relaxed a little. Hopefully she would take her good old time. He slowly sat up, only to plop back down and groan; he felt as if his side was on fire. After the discomfort settled, he tried again and was able to sit up fully. He swung his legs over the side and got up from the bed. The sheets tangled around his feet and he stumbled. This causes his side to be pulled and he had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. He scowled and kicked the sheets away. He used the IV pole and limped his way to the curtened off area he knew Henry would be. And when he did, he just wanted to collapse. Henry was lying there, silent, unmoving.

He sat down on a vacant seat beside Henry's bed. There was a silence around them, a silence that consisted of the faint hum of chatter that came from somewhere in the sanctuary. Within the room was the soft hum of electrical equipment, and (if he pulled the chair closer to the bedside) the soft sounds of Henry's unnaturally deep breathing as he slept on, oblivious to Will's presence. He reached over and curled his hand around Henry's.

"I don't know if you can hear me, but I hope you can. I was stupid. I should have gotten there sooner," His eyes watered and he bit my lip. "Here I am, rambling on to a coma patient." He laughed and shook his head. "What I'm trying to say is I love with you and you need to wake up. I know this sounds like a soap opera right now, me confessing my love to a coma patient. Hell this whole thing sounds like a soap opera!" He bit my lip. "If this was a soap opera you'd be awake by now." He sighed and leaned over, kissing him on the forehead. "Please, wake up soon."