“Jane??” Piers was getting frightened. Hadn’t she been right behind him this whole time? It was dangerous out here, the mood was full and it was dark and there were traps around every corner. They had gotten the treasure they sought and the whole cave seemed ready to implode on them, it was shaking from its foundation and closing in on them. Piers had barely made it back into the clearing, but where was his fiancée? He was scared. Had she been caught inside? He pushed his way back to the mouth of the deteriorating cave. “Janie??” He asked again. Soon, the cave was sealed shut and he knew there would be no getting back in. Maybe she had made it out. Maybe she was further into the woods, or maybe she was trapped. He didn’t know which, and that freaked him out.
He was so unaware of his surroundings in his panic, that he barely noticed the soft growling sounds coming from the bushes. He forgot completely that it was a full moon, that he was in an enchanted and dangerous wood, and what that could mean for him. He wasn’t prepared for what would happen next.
Deciding the cave was a dead end, and not hearing Jane inside, he went further into the woods, looking for her and calling her name over and over again, with increased panic. He couldn’t lose her. She was his best friend, the move of his life, and he cared about her more than anything. She was worth more than any treasure or any adventure he could go on. He loved her, needed her. He was frantic in looking.
He neared the bushes, a bit too late, and finally became aware of the feeling of eyes on him. He was not alone. He pulled his wand, but it was too late. There was a charge, a growl, and suddenly he was face to face with something from his nightmares—a werewolf. He hadn’t ever seen a fully transformed werewolf. The worst he’d ever seen was Fenrir Greyback, untransformed but still dangerous as ever. He had never seen anything this terrifying. He gulped, turned, and ran.
Of course, he could never outrun such a beast. He found himself back at the mouth of the sealed cave, backed into a corner, and began firing spells at the beast, spells which seemed to have no effect. He was strong at Defense Against the Dark Arts, but somehow it seemed the spells were all missing as the wolf artfully dodged. The wolf rounded on him. Piers tried to get out of the corner by charging—a mistake. The wolf charged forward too, scratching his arm. He cried out, and attempted to stun the beast. It worked, but not before the monster had bitten down hard on the area between his neck and shoulder. The pain was excruciating. He pushed the stunned creature off of him, and fell to the ground. This wouldn’t last long. He wouldn’t be safe long. He wanted to kill it, but there was a voice in the back of his mind telling him that it was a real person under there. Someone who probably hadn’t meant to hurt.
“Jane!!!!” He called out, worried about her, but also about himself. He needed a hospital—now! He could feel what felt like venom in the wound, burning. He was losing blood fast, getting dizzy. St. Mungo’s. He needed a hospital. “JANE HELP.” Could he apparate there on his own? Would he dare leave her behind?
@Jane Lennon Eventually
@Kit Emberton 
