Skylar moaned in pain. Every part of her hurt badly and she felt some sharp stings in her flesh like something sharp was imbedded in her flesh, probably shards of glass.
"Tyson?" She called but she got no response. "Tyson?" She called again, more alert and scared. "Ty? Oh my God! Ty?!"
She heard a deep moan and sighed in relief. He was still alive. Not that the accident could kill Werewolves. Luckily for them, the windshield wasn't made of silver, so, they were safe and completely out of danger.
They heard the sound of a loud screech coming a few feet from their somersaulted car.
"What the heck was that?"
"Fuck!" Tyson hissed, recognizing the sound.
"Tyson, what the heck made that sound?"
"We need to get out of here," He said, completely ignoring her question. It wasn't the time to hang around and chit chat. They needed to get out there as soon as possible before it came after them.
