A spark of power

Numba had been so badly hurt that he was fading in and out of consciousness, but a deep rumbling voice which shook even his core caused him to look through his blurry eyes.

‘That can’t be… is that Gary? … How is he here? Why is he here?’ Numba’s brain was too muddled to make sense out of the situation. He hadn’t had the chance to tell anyone about where he was going, and at the same the place they were at, wasn’t a place a student would just stumble across.

“Please… don’t get kicked out of the academy for my sake.” Numba quietly muttered with his limited strength.

Under normal circumstances, Gary might have listened to him, but the Werewolf was only seeing red. The scent of blood from both Izzy and Numba had wafted in his nose, so his instincts told him to punish those responsible for hurting his friends.