Blood Witch by Ellie Potts

Jonathan sat alone on a fallen tree trunk. He seemed to be shaking as if cold. Carlotta,
     hitched over with age and smelling of herbs, stopped close by their hiding spot. She
     leaned heavily on her cane as Rich talked.
    “I can’t keep making this. I am running out of supplies, soon I’ll be all out,” she
     said.
    “I’ll help. We can do it together. We have already passed it along, and it’s going
     to make you a lot of money.”
    “I like money, and if you help then maybe we can get a lot more done. Here,” she pulled
     a small bottle of liquid from her pocket. “Jonathan looks like he needs it. But unless
     I can get new supplies there isn’t going to be more.” She turned and left.
    Rich went over to Jonathan taking out an insulin syringe from his coat pocket. He
     stuck it in the bottle, and checked by the light of the moon to make sure he had it
     right. Jonathan struggled out of his jacket looking at the needle. Rich stabbed the
     syringe into Jonathan’s right upper arm. Jonathan shoved him away hard, and threw
     back his head, howling.
    “I smell bear,” he said as he looked around. His eyes swept by them twice.
    “We are in bear country,” James said.
    “I think someone saw what happened. Go check!” He got to his feet but already his
     face began to transform into his wolf muzzle.
    Nathan grabbed her arm, and they took off running. She ran with him, not quite as
     fast, but enough to keep from falling on her face. He stopped quickly pressing her
     up against a tree, and pressed his lips hard against hers. From the corner of her
     eye, she saw a wolf briefly stop to watch. She kissed him back with just as much ferocity,
     making it look real. She closed her eyes, hoping the wolf had left, but wanting to
     enjoy the kiss. But Nathan pulled away. His eyes were now more of a goldish green,
     they were large and bright.
    “It’s time,” he said in a whisper. “Get back to Collin. You don’t want to see this.”
    “Don’t think I can handle it?”
    He shook his head. “I don’t want you to see me do this, the change is hard.”
    She gave him a small smile. “It’s in my blood, remember. You change, I can take it.”
    He shook his head, and before she could blink an eye his t-shirt hit her in the face.
     She grabbed it, as he unbuttoned his jeans. She turned around then, face beat red.
     “You can take it huh?” he growled at her.
    “I’m giving you privacy.” She heard him move behind her. He let out a small groan.
     And a small groan escaped her lips, as the moon call hit her again, hard. Nathan used
     his power and took the call for her. Then there was the sick wet sound, and the sound
     of breaking bones. She turned around to face the huge bear looking at her with those
     lovely gold eyes. She had never seen him or Patrick in bear form. He was huge like
     all bears, the size of a horse.
    He turned his head, as if wondering if she was scared. She walked to him hand out.
     His large tongue licked it; the texture was that almost of a dog, just larger and
     wetter. She ran her hands through his unbelievably soft gold brown fur, that electricity
     still there, traveling up through her arms.
    “I bet you have to get to your clan,” she said. He gave a small roar.
    “Have fun, I’ll see you later,” she said and watched him bound off into the trees.
    Sound behind her startled her just a bit; she turned but not quick enough as pain
     exploded in her head, she didn’t see stars or birds. But as the darkness ate her,
     she felt another pain, one which didn’t belong to her. She knew who it belonged too.
     She passed out before she could call out to him.

Chapter Ten
    The sound of people whispering around her made her finally open her eyes. The brightness
     of the room hurt her head, so she closed them again, sinking into the pillow. Her
     head throbbed like she'd had drank too much the night before and her nose seemed to
     be assaulted by the smell of antiseptic and healing herbs; she