Pov Helena
I stand up stretching my legs and looking at the moon that is shining trough the leaves. I grab my bow again making sure I don't make to many noise.

I can't be thinking to much right now. Luke and his stupid thoughts. I need to hunt, that is my priority.

My feet are quick and light, my body covered by the shadows of the trees. I walk further and further till I hear twigs break about a few miles ahead of me.

I sneak silently through the night my hand going behind my back to grab an arrow. I tighten the bow and pull the arrow and the string back, ready to take down everything that crosses my path.

After a small walk I see what's been making small noises. Five wolves roam the invisible border. Sniffing and walking back and forth, ready to pounce on everything that comes on their path. I crouch behind a tree, making sure I have a vision on the wolfs. The string of the bow is touching my face and I breath calmly as I concentrate on my targets.

The brown wolf that's the closest to me is very alert, the four others stand a good distance from him while they are standing close to each other. I knew that the brown wolf would be the first target. In the time the others get to where I'm hiding they will have an arrow imbedded in their hearts.

I focus on the brown wolf who is slowly pacing the border, I aim my arrow on him following him with my eyes till he is right where I want him but before I get a chance to shoot I feel a hot breath on my neck.

I turn around but before I can react I'm being jumped on by a big beige wolf. He growls bearing his teeth at me. He howls and I can hear the other wolfs coming my way. If I don't do something quickly I'll be ambushed.

I grab a silver blade from my belt and push it in the wolfs side. It howls out of pain and I kick it off me. The mutt falls on his side, whimpering as the wolfsbane enters his system.

I quickly grab my bow and arrow and just in time I can shoot the arrow through the brown wolfs head as it runs towards me, ready to attack. The wolf falls limp on the ground returning to his human self and the rest of them let out a few howls of pain before they come after me.

I know I can't take on four at one time so I make a run for it. Dashing through the trees, jumping over logs and rocks, almost tripping as I jump over a Bush. I hear the paws of the werewolf's behind me, there not far behind. Suddenly I feel an enormous pain in my leg as claws grab for me. So I grab an knife and blindly throw it behind me hoping it will hit it's target.

I don't know if that was a knife with wolfsbane on it but I sure as hell hope it will have hit someone.

My thoughts are confirmed as I hear the satisfying whimper of pain behind me. A smile comes to my face and I run even faster, ignoring the pain, noticing I'm losing them. As I run is see a tree with a large branch that is just in reach to grab. I make a jump and grab it, climbing high between the leaves, trying to not make to much noise.

I quickly take my mouth mask off and rip it so I can tie it around my wound.
Suddenly three wolves pass the tree I'm sitting in, growling.

They stop and sniff the air. Angry howls erupt from their throats and they run back from where they came, knowing they lost me. I wait a few minutes till I'm sure there gone. I lean my head back and release a heavy sigh.

The wound hurts so much, uh, the bastards got me good. I feel myself getting lightheaded from all the blood loss, I try to crawl out of the tree but my foot gets stuck and I fall face first down on the muddy ground.

I groan and hold my leg. The blood starts to come through the selfmade bandage, and my hand starts colouring crimson red. My vision is becoming blurry but I manege to tighten the bandage around the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. If I don't get back to Luke fast I will pass out and God knows who'll find me then.

I stand up, wobbling on my legs as I push myself towards the little house.
When I finally see our cottage I quickly limp to the door. Grabbing the door handle I push myself inside, with a groan I close the door behind me and fall to the ground.

"Luke!" I scream as black spots start to blur my vision. Luke runs into the room looking confused and worried as he sees me lying there.

"What the he-"

"You need to stop the bleeding, Luke, I'm losing consciousness." I groan out of pain and Luke immediately takes of his shirt and wraps it around my leg.

"It'll be okay, I promise." He says and he tightens the his grip around my leg. Blood starts to come through his shirt and soon the wooden floor and his hands are covered in blood.

"Oh my god..." I mutter and lean my head back feeling myself slip away.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

"Now is not the time to start cursing Luke." I say softly trying to stay awake. He keeps on cursing under his breath.

"They got you good, damn! I told you to be careful, Athena! Why don't you ever listen?" His voice is hectic as he keeps pressing the shirt to the wound.

"Because i'm to stubborn." I mutter and I find a chuckle leaving my mouth. Luke looks at me like I've grown a second head as I start laughing harder.

"What the hell are you laughing for? You are almost bleeding to death, you proud and stubborn idiot!"

I laugh even harder. "You sound like my dad, you are overreacting. I'll be fine, you said it yourself, it's just a scratch nothing serio-..."

Before I can finish my sentence I lose consciousness.