Prologue

Blood.
Everywhere there's blood.
Crimson red, liquid pain. The cuts on my body sting, glass is still stuck in my arm. My eyes dart around until I spot another body. It looks like a corpse.
I crawl over, through the pools of blood, and put my hand on his face. Is he alive? I feel his breath on my skin. He is. Blood is trickling from a gash in his head and a cut in his arm, a wound on his leg. He's never going to make it. Tears blur my vision, he's going to die.
"No..." I whisper in denial. He can't, he can't leave me. "No." I said again. "No. I won't let you die!" I grabbed under his arms and lifted him up then a memory flashed in my head. Something he had said to me...
"The only way you can become a Were is if their blood gets into your system"
I had cuts all over and Were blood was covering the ground. I had Were blood in me. I could do this. A smile spread across my face. I gripped him tighter in my arms and ran.