(Xander)
My father had come to talk to the pack of rogues. I was talking to him letting him know that we had two humans in the pack currently that didn't know about werewolves when I heard Jeda’s voice.
“Uncle Xander” she called, and I turned to look at her, only to see she was pale and sweating. II could tell something was horribly wrong.
“Jeda, what’s wrong honey?” I asked as I began to walk towards her.
“I… I don’t feel so good. My… head” she said, and was bringing her hand up to touch her head, but I saw her eyes roll to the back of her head. I used my werewolf speed and got to her before she could hit the floor.
“s**t. Jeda, honey, open your eyes” I said, gently tapping her cheek.
“Son, who is this girl?” dad asks.
“She’s a friend, dad. She’s very sick. Her mom is one of t
