Jamie

We waited till midday to walk to Allen's place. We would've been there earlier, but it was a beautiful day outside. Besides a couple wispy clouds in the sky, the weather was perfect. A cool and relaxing breeze we'd constantly blowing, and by the time we woke up there are dozens of kids flying kites in the park with their families. They either thought we were lazy teenagers that worked at the park, or they hadn't seen us earlier, because they didn't say anything about homeless people playing with their kids.

We didn't actually look homeless, but it should have been​ obvious because of Marissa's hair. She kept trying to comb it down with her fingers, bit it wasn't much help.
"God I hope I can find a brush in here," she said as we walked up to Allen's door.

I reached for the door, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I felt a small volt of electricity. I raised my hand up to stop Donovan and Marissa. "Don't move," I whispered. "There's magic here."

"Do you think the vampires sent mages after us?" said Marissa, loudly, even though I had just lowered my voice.
Donovan rolled his eyes and tapped her shoulder, but spoke with his mind.

"Duh, why else would Jamie stop from moving forward?"
Before they could continue their little spat, I snapped my fingers at them and pushed the door open. The lights were completely off, but the curtains were open, letting in some sunlight.

We walked all the way into the house, and there was Allen, sitting upright on the couch attending to some girl that was sleeping.
"Hey, what's up man?" He looked up at me and smiled. He stood up and have me a handshake.
"Man, I've been through alot of crap this past week."

Marissa, who came in last, nearly tackled him when she gave him a hug.
"Oh my God! You idiot! What took you so long to get back?" Then she looked over his shoulder to the sleeping girl, and her face dropped.
"He noticed, but didn't react in anyway. She's the reason I've been gone so long. She asked me to help her with her family, put a spell on me to make think I wanted to help her, and used me as a shield against the demons inside her house. She's done this to dozens of people.

Marissa's eyes turned lupine and bright. "Then why the hell is she here?"
Allen smiled, unfazed by her death stare. "Because the dozens of people that she did this to wanted revenge. Well, their families and friends did. I met them in a bar and the next thing I knew all of them came here trying to attack -"

"Can we hurry this up? We have way more important stuff to do." Donovan interrupted.
When Allen turned toward him, his whole attitude changed.
"Was I talking to you?"

"No, but I'm talking to you. We got several things to deal with, and we especially need your help with the vampires-"

"I don't have to help you with anything." Allen stopped him. He walked away from Marissa backwards and turned back towards the sleeping girl. "I've got someone else I need to find, and you're not stopping me."

Oh crap. How did he already know about Danielle? Marissa started feeling guilty, I could sense it. "Allen, I'm sorry, we tried but-"
"What do you mean, you don't have to help us? This is your problem too, idiot! You've been stuck with us since the day you freed us, and you better get used to it." Donovan thought about what he said for a second, and laughed.
"In fact, you don't have to get used to it. You're gonna do what I say, and when I say it." He poked Allen's chest after he said each word. "You don't have a choice!"

Allen raised his leg and kicked him through the door. It splintered and shattered into hundreds of pieces. Allen charged outside after him.
"Don't interfere," I told Marissa. "I'll put an end to this as quick as I can. I ran outside, but Allen was gone. I only saw Don, picking himself off the ground, and wheezing a little. I imagined what getting kicked in the chest like that would feel like and my own chest twinged with sympathy.

I opened my mouth and started to ask Don if he was okay, when out of nowhere, Allen​ came from my side and hit me dead in my jaw.
"Who do you think y'all are, saying I don't have a choice? Y'all don't control me! Nobody does!"

As soon as his fist made impact, I blacked out for a second. Or two. I just know when I opened my eyes, I was on my side, about ten extra feet away from Allen, and something wet was trickling down my chin. I rubbed my face, and noticed it came from my mouth.

That's when the pain kicked in. Spots filled my eyes, I got a headache, and my mouth started throbbing like crazy. This was worse than drinking or eating something that burns your tongue. This was like... This was like....

It was like when the vampires pierced our tongues with metal rods so we couldn't speak.
Before I could blackout from the pain, I clutched my mouth and prayed I was wrong. The stinging sensation was so painful I had started crying. My mouth had filled up with liquid, but I was so scared to open my mouth I started to choke. I didn't want to swallow either.

Still, I had to know if I was right or wrong. I tried to wiggle my tongue, and the excruciating pain that came from that was exactly what I expected. I kept my mouth covered with my hands, but I opened it a little, and watched the blood pour out. I had bitten completely through my tongue when Allen punched me.

My vision narrowed and got worse at the sight of the blood. I crawled away from it and laid on my back, staring up at the sky. I started counting in my head, trying not to think about the pain, and trying not to vomit. Before I hit twenty, the world went black.

Marissa

After I saw Jamie collapse from one hit, I knew we were in a lot of trouble. I looked back at the sleeping girl, and fought the urge to kill her in her sleep. I had bigger problems. If Donovan hadn't bragged about being Allen's Alpha, they wouldn't​ be fighting. I heard growling and turned back to the door.

Donovan had risen to his knees and was slowly shifting. Allen, who looked ready to commit murder, was taking his time walking toward him. Then, Donovan jumped and tried to shift completely, but Allen stopped it abruptly by grabbing Don by the neck.

"I don't see why Axel couldn't beat you. You seem pretty worthless to me." Allen threw Don back towards the house, and he crashed through the wall next to me. "What's wrong with you?!" I screamed. "You're wrecking your own house!!" But Allen didn't seem to care. Donovan came out as soon as Allen got close to the door, and this time, they actually fought like humans, using their fists and punching each other. It didn't take long for Don to get tired of this. When it started to look like Allen was winning, Don roared and his face shifted and became wolfish. He bit Allen on the neck and Allen screamed in pain and rage. He tried pounding Don's back, but Don wouldn't let go.

I tried to scream stop, but my voice literally made a squeaking noise. I backed away from them, hoping I wouldn't get hurt in the process.
Don kept his hold on Allen, and I saw an extreme amount of blood coming from his neck. "Don!" I pleaded, my voice cracking. "Stop!"
But they continued. Allen wasn't giving up. He picked up Don and was about to slam into the house when Don went to his full wolf form. The gigantic dog was to big for Allen to carry and he dropped to his knees.

No. Not again. I couldn't let Allen die. I couldn't let him leave me again. I ran forward, not even thinking about transforming, and tried to pry Don off Allen. I tried for about ten seconds before Don pushed me out of the way with one of his front legs. He got me harder than I expected, and I went flying through the air, landing a little bit past Jamie. I was so determined to stop them, I got up too fast and felt nauseous. A couple of spots flooding my eyes and I started retching a little. I had nothing to throw up because we hadn't eaten, my body was just acting out for no reason.

I clearly couldn't stop them, but Jamie might've been able to. It's easy to wake up an unconscious person with our wolf connection. I crawled towards him to see what type of damage Allen had caused. Jamie normally heals quick, but that doesn't mean he wakes up as soon as he heals.

When I reached him, I put my hand on his forehead. He was burning hot, and even though I hadn't check his pulse, I could feel his heart beating fast. Blood was trickling down his lip.
I leaned in closer to him and tried to connect, but he started convulsing. "Jamie, Jamie! What's wrong?" I shook his shoulders but he didn't respond. I tried to connect again, despite his shaking. "Jamie, what's happening to you?" I thought in my head. I didn't actually expect a response, but he answered immediately.

"Choking. Open my mouth and turn me over. I can't move." I did exactly as he instructed in my head, and a pool of blood gushed out of his mouth. My nerves went bad and I stifled a scream. "What happened to you?" I thought. "How did this happen?" Even though he was still unconscious, his disembodied voice in my head seemed to find my reaction funny.

"It was worse." He replied. "Way worse. If you had gotten here 4 minutes ago you would've seen half my tongue come out with all that blood."

"Eww!" I screamed out loud. I punched him for putting that image in my head.
"Wake up and stop them!" I tried to scream in my mind. "If I could I would, but I guess I'm still in shock because I literally felt my tongue floating around in my mouth before I passed out!"

He had a point. I wouldn't be too eager to wake up either. Meanwhile, a shrill scream interrupted our conversation. I was only curious because it didn't sound wolfish, or like anything I'm used to hearing from Don and Allen. It sounded feminine. I looked back at the fight, and it looked like Allen had stopped resisting. Then, his body sprouted hair and he started to get back on his feet. He rose higher and higher until  Don was smaller than he was. Still, in Allen's mysterious wolf man form, the wound and blood on his neck was prominent.

"I think Allen was affected by our wolf powers way more than the other humans. It almost seems like he's surpassed us."
I had to agree. None of us had ever achieved his wolf man form, and it seems to be the only form he has, because Allen had never transformed into a regular big wolf.

Allen clearly had the upper hand now. He grabbed Don by the tail and slammed him backwards and forwards, over and over again.
Allen laid the big wolf Donovan sprawled like a bear rug, and covered his upper body with his left hand. With the right, he closed it to a fist and pulverized Don's legs. Don's screaming kept shifting from a howling dog to the sound of a human being burned alive.

"How can you see him?" I asked out loud, forgetting that he was speaking through my mind.
"I can see and hear through your eyes and ears, because we're a pack. As long as you trust me, and as long as you let me, I can see what you see, from your perspective."

After hearing that, I decided I didn't need to talk with my mind again.
"Does that give you access to my emotions?"
"No, but you imprinting on Allen is obvious, and it can't be hidden."