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Here is part three! Woot woot!

When he opened the flap and threw me down, rather viciously, onto a hard cot, I leaned over the side and vomited over the floor. Ugh, it was disgusting, the insides splashing out of my mouth and onto the floor in plain sight. My mind was fuzzy, like someone had spread a cotton blanket over my conscious.
‘That’a boy, just get it all out of yea!’ Terrel yelled, slapping me on the back and making me heave again. Once I was panting and my stomach was empty, the man flipped me over, still naked, hulking over me. He was hairy everywhere, almost like he was always a Wolf. “Welcome to the coven.” He said, ruffling my hair in an almost fatherly way. That’s what he became after that, a sick, degenerate father.

“I don’t know where I am going with this story. Should I keep going? Wait, why I am telling you my life story?” I asked, looking up at the girl in a confused way and raising my eyebrow.
The girl, still strapped in the chair, shrugged her shoulders, her whole persona seeming to relax a little. I sighed and shook my head. What had she asked? Why everything? So far I had given her how the first came to be, and how I came to be, and what kind of place she was at the moment; a desert outside of a city. She was revenge for her sister. Wait, what? What was I talking about? I was so confused, running myself in circles. I needed some fresh air.
I was about to continue on with my story when a large explosion sounded outside, and the whole building seemed to shake, my heart shaking along with it. s**t. Running outside in the hallways, screaming from other rooms, panic, more explosions, gun shots. “Come on, we have to go.” I said, thinking quickly as I unstrapped her. She looked a little dazed at the new things happening now, her mind probably overflowing with to many events happening to her in the past few hours, to many details to bring in, to many new faces and facts and-
I looked to the door, and sprinted over, leaving the dazed girl to stand in front of the chair. Gripping the handle I opened it up with a swift jerk and took a cursory glance around. Seeing wolves sprint by, hearing growling and bodies being ripped apart, I closed the snapped the door closed and turned to the girl. “I’m going to transform. Once I do, I need you to climb on my back and get on.
She hadn’t moved an inch since I had unstrapped her.

Kiki

Not another thing, no no, not another thing. Wolves attacking humans, humans attacking wolves, when will it end? And here I am, sitting in a chair I was just screaming to get out of, watching this dark, dark man transform right in front of me.
It was the most beautiful and horrendous thing I think I have ever seen. He looked normal, his eyes closed, and then a crunching started to bounce off of the walls of the small room. His bones changed shape, he crouched down as his arms and legs and everything about him just changed! Silky black hair burst out of his pores and, in just a matter of seconds, a large, human sized wolf stood in front of me.
We were both still, both silent, both scared for a few paralyzing moments, nothing moving but the walls from the weapons being fired outside and the screaming and trampling of the warring sides, slashing and shooting each other.
And then he looked at me. His eyes were dark, large, and doggish. But in them they held a human sparkle, and he let out a grunt.
Nodding, I stood up, my legs shaking visibly, as Faolan padded quietly up to me and stood in front. Gripping his hair, I felt his body lower as I, with great difficulty, hoisted myself up onto his strong back. I felt his muscles flex as he slowly stood up, and gave him a shake. I clung on as I heard a snicker come from him. “Ready to go?” he asked, wariness in his voice. I knew he was unsure of what we would do after, a prisoner and her keeper roaming the streets, unsure of-
He bolted, my body lurched, and-

Faolan

The door fell down underneath me like tinfoil as I skidded out into the room, my toenails screeching on the stereotypical linoleum of the floor; that stuff was always easier to clean up then most things. I felt the girl tremble underneath me, her fingers tugging at my fur, as my dark eyes swept the empty hall. The fighting had moved deeper in the complex, and for right now all that the hallway gave was the smell of blood, which was splattered over the floor, and a body or two.
I felt the purple powder pulsate through my veins (internal snake) and I knew that if it wasn’t for this Godly s**t inside me, that girl on my back would be a bloody lump of flesh on the floor and I would be a ravaging servant to Thalassa, slaughtering everyone in my vicinities with a blood-stained coat.
The girl shifted, but didn’t look up, as I grunted. “Hang on; we’re getting out of here.” I said softly, my body rumbling, as I skittered down the hall. Door door door door door door door door door CORNER!
I had barely any time to react as I slipped my paws up and pushed off the wall, sprinting down the hallway in a blur of black. I was hoping to make my way to a small side door that was near the center of the complex, but again, I had to make my way through the throng of fighting to get there. The area we had been before was on the outer edge of a large building that composed of the main complex. We were on the east side, and on the west side was the dormitories for the upper classman. In the middle was a large room used for conferences and debating, and underneath the room was a small storage area that, unbeknownst to many, lead to the surface a few miles away. This was where I was headed. Door door waaaaaaaalllllllllllll
Soon the dead bodies began to become more numerous as I felt the girl tighten up, her muscles clenching together. I maneuvered my way a little more carefully through the clusters of white hallways and door-covered entryways, focusing on the one goal that would redeem both me and the pitiful girl who I was trying to rescue. Why was I trying to save her again? I don’t know. I really didn’t know. The stench of blood was overpowering as a bullet whizzed by me, my sensitive ears picking up the sound of whishing air.
The girl jumped and clung tighter to my back, her legs wrapping around my stomach like I was a big, fuzzy horse. She must be-

Kiki

Scared. I was so freaking scared. Here I was, a servant to a crazy man who was now a wolf, attempting vainly to escape. I had no idea where we were going; it looked like we were just heading back into the fighting, away from safety and into death. Maybe Faolan was stupider then I had thought he was. He sure seemed to act like it.
My knuckles were ivory white as I buried my face in his fur, the wind from his speed hurting them slightly. His body was warm and, oddly comforting, and if I concentrated I could block out the noises in the head and calm down a little. I felt his body lurch as he jumped over something, his nails clicking on the ground as I heard a bullet shot. My body got awful still as I prayed for-

Faolan

My life seemed to be at a standstill as I entered the large conference room. It was a mosh pit of blood and killing, humans being shredded, wolves being shot. My eyes quickly scanned around as I dove for a small hole, trying to weave my way through and avoid fighting.
But soon my teeth found the skull of a human as I crushed it easily, shaking my head a little and throwing the dead body away. With a smooth turn I clawed another human down the chest, his gun skittering away as he dropped it. Rearing back a little I sliced a paw through his chest, blood spurting out the other side. So much for not fighting.

Kiki

Bodies hitting the floor. Screaming, pain, death, the thick smell of blood blocking my senses, Faolan’s body moving underneath me like he was an extension of myself. I felt the action around me almost like I was in slow mo, my eyes never opening to witness what was around me. I kept my head firmly buried in his back, my hands in his fur, my legs around his waist. His body bucked and tumbled through the fighting, myself having difficulty staying on his back. A snarl escaped his lips as he lunged forward with a howl, his jaws snapping, as he evidently killed someone.
I was about to get sick from fighting when all of a sudden, darkness and silence enveloped around us. I heard paws on wood now, instead of hard rock, and his body movements were less pressed, hurried, rushed. We seemed to be going at a fairly easy rate and down, down, down…
“You can look up now. We’re safe.” Came his voice, one that I now and forever associate with angels.