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Jessica ran to help Porter up. She stared in shock as blood started to seep through the layers of bandage wrapped around his leg. “How dare you! I’m reporting you as soon as we get out of here!” she declared as she put her arms under Porter's to support him.

“You are not leaving. Your shift hasn’t ended yet.” The boss laughed manically as he walked to the door and flipped the sign to ‘be back in twenty minutes’.

Porter had concluded that he was now a walking danger magnet. His boss was going to kill him and Jessica. He realised that this was inevitable, he already knew his boss was evil, it was only a matter of time before he did something like this. It suddenly struck him that he didn’t even know the bosses name, they just called him sir. Maybe he has a criminal record and didn’t want his employees finding out.

He decided to accept his fate. Kyte had saved his life yesterday and now some unstoppable force was trying to make up for that.

“Get into the office now!” he shoved Porter's shoulder, nearly forcing both him and Jess to the ground. They stumbled through the back door. Even though he didn’t have a weapon they were still terrified of him. Something about his eyes seemed unnatural to Porter, they always have but he could never place it.

Jessica placed Porter down against the wall farthest from the desk. Porter clutched his leg; the blood was staring to pool in his shoe.

“Why are you doing this?” Jessica asked, behind her back Porter saw her phone in her hands. She was already dialling 000 (emergency number in Australia). She pressed call.

Ringing sounded in the air. Instant fear covered Jessica’s face as she fumbled to turn it on silent.

The boss was already in front of her before she could hide the phone. Jess shouted out the address of the shop, stating that it was an emergency before the boss took her phone.

“Don’t mind her, my daughter is quite a prankster. Everything is fine here.” He spoke into the phone before throwing it onto the ground. The screen smashed into a thousand little pieces before the light flickered off.

All hope was lost. Porter realised they were both crying. It was a perfectly valid reaction, but he could help but feel ashamed. He didn’t want his boss to see that he was scared.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He growled as he balled up his fists. He grabbed Jess by the collar of her shirt and yanked her towards himself.

“Let her go, you bastard.” Porter hissed between his teeth.

“What are you going to do about it, et nagae.” He hissed back. He punched Jess in the gut and threw her to the ground.

“Hey! Why are you doing this?!” Porter tried to stand up. He didn't know what he just called him, but he didn't care. He braced himself against the wall. The second he put the tiniest bit of pressure onto his leg, pain shot up his leg. He wanted to help Jess but had no idea how.

“I want to finish what was started. Your little boyfriend got in the way last night. Don’t worry, the next time I see him, he’ll be toast as well.” This time his laugh sounded more like a howl. His bones creaked beneath his skin.

“You’re the werewolf.” Porter concluded.

“Am I?” he said simply before shifting into a huge wolf who took up nearly half of the room.

“What is that?!” Jess shrieked as she began to recover.

Porter considered making a run for it, but there were two problems with that. One, he couldn’t run and Jess probably couldn’t either, and two, the werewolf was blocking the door.

“I’m sorry. This is all my fault.” I stared at the monster’s eyes. “If I had let him kill me last night… you wouldn’t be hurt right now.”

Guilt washed through him as he watched the werewolf’s great big claws slash towards the both of them, who were now huddled together like penguins in the cold.

Jessica wasn’t supposed to die like this. He felt determined to find a way out for them, despite their imminent death. Porter felt a surge of power run through him. He could fix this, he knew he could.

He quickly raised his hand in front of them, as if that would prevent their murders...

To his surprise, he wasn’t dead. He opened his eyes and looked up. A light blue bubble-like object surrounded them. The werewolf repeatedly slashed his hands across it, to no avail.

“How are you doing that?” Jess stared up in awe. The bright light emanating from the strange shield lit up their faces.

“I’m doing that?” he looked at it, unbelieving.

“Well, I’m not.” She declared before reaching into my pocket to grab my phone. I had completely forgotten I had that.

She rang 000 again. This time no one could stop her.

“Please help! We need the police…” she kept talking even though her words were just mumble. The person on the other side must have asked for her address, so she told them it again.

Jess quickly hung up the phone and handed it back to Porter. “They’re already on their way. They actually responded to my last call.” Her voice was full of new found hope. She was hopeful, much like Porter, that they would be saved. Fate likes to mess with people though, it likes to make you fear for your life even more then you already do.

Porter cursed as the shield started to falter. He felt about ready to faint.

“I can’t hold it much longer.” He panicked. He had only saved them for a few minutes.

“If we die, I want you to know that I’ve had a crush on you for a while." Jess said out of nowhere. "I was going to tell you a few days ago but didn’t have the courage to. But now or never, right?” she laughed nervously. Realisation came to her face as she realised what she just said.

Jess had distracted Porter. The shield blinked out of existence. Giant knife-like claws flashed in the light as they came barrelling towards them…