Werewolf Compilations novel Chapter 49

My world is black. I can hear my blood rushing through my body, my heart pumping, and a constant blaring noise, but I cannot figure out what it is. My eyes wave open and closed, seeing only slivers of light and blurred colors. The noise grows louder as I fight to keep my eyes open, fighting to discover the cause of the endless sound. I try to speak, but only murmurs escape my lips. Suddenly, something grabs me from behind and drags me over unusual bumps and curves, some striking my back painfully.

My baby. My baby.

"Someone... m-my baby," the cries slip from my lips but only come out as moans and inaudible mumbles. Starting to drift back to reality, I see the sky above, cluttered with clouds as the float along. My head falls to the side and my eyes land upon asphalt. I am being pulled.

Everything crashes into me all at once, the collision, Katy, the studio—I was in a car accident. My head rolls over to the other side, and my eyes grow wide. I see our car, but it is severely damaged, the front almost non-existent. Katy. Where is Katy; I think to myself as I try to regain control over my body. My neck screams in pain as I attempt to look up. Panic overtakes me, and my heart begins to race, my chest growing tight. Who is dragging me? Where am I?

Suddenly, the asphalt shifts to patchy grass and the sun is shielded away by towering trees. This person is taking me into the forest, away from the road. My feet try to move, but my legs are limp from exhaustion. Against my will, my eyes betray me as they warily close, blocking me from the truth. I fight to open them once again, but darkness engulfs me and does not let go.

The next time I find myself regaining consciousness, I discover that I am in a car, laying on the backseat. There are no restraints holding me down, but my limbs are too weak to move anyways, deeming the point of restraints useless. Someone must be driving, but it is not Tyler, I do not smell him. I try to speak yet again, but as before nothing audible comes out. Frustration causes tears to rise.

"She's awake," an unfamiliar voice says from the front of the car.

"Doesn’t matter, her arm is swollen, and she can barely move, she's not going anywhere," the driver, who I can barely see, says back.

My head pounds relentlessly, making me feel nauseous.

I try to touch my small baby bump, but my good arm refuses to move. The tears stream from my eyes and fall into my hair, and a rough sobbing noise quietly sounds from my throat. Where am I going? Who are these people? Where is Tyler or Katy or Jackson? The questions never seem to stop.

The car turns and begins to drive on a slight incline before it comes to a halt. I swallow and watch the two men the best that I can as they get out of the car and escape my view. Before I can conjure any sort of plan, the door beside my head abruptly swings open.

A stranger's face reaches over my own, and I hold back any screams, not that they would hold much power anyways. "Take her out and carry her inside. I'll inform Richard that we're back," the voice calls to the man in front of me as my throats begins to swell shut. Richard. The man said, Richard!