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Dylan Lenivy had expected a lot of things when he’d signed up to be a camp councilor.
Late night truth or dare? Check.
Summer romance? Check.
Getting drunk and going skinny dipping under the moonlight? Check.
But werewolves? That one was certainly not on his list.
He and Kaitlyn had been sent to investigate the scrapyard, the area seeming blessedly monster free up until the creature had decided to rear its ugly head five minuets ago. He’d managed to take refuge in the crane, using a combination of brute force and high-pitched noises to keep the dog like creature from tearing Kaitlyn apart right in front of his eyes.
Unfortunately for him, that had meant turning the monsters attention towards him.
The creature was currently stalking down the arm of the machine, its eyes glowing vibrant yellow as it gained an alarming amount of ground in a terrifyingly short period of time. Before he knew it the final barrier between them was breaking, its long arms reaching for his throat as its claws attempted to violently remove his jugular.
With a final glance across his options, he threw himself desperately to the left as the windscreen broke completely, glass scattering across the seat that he had been sitting in mere moments before.
Then, he was falling, wind rushing in his ears as he hit the ground with a profound thud. For a second it seemed as though he was uninjured, his missing hand being the only real source of pain across his battered body.
Then, he felt it.
There was something impaling him through the thigh, something big and altogether unpleasant, something that was keeping him pinned to the ground.
He could hear Kaitlyn yelling for him to get up, her voice seeming distant through the haze of pain that was rapidly fogging up his brain.
He closed his eyes, fully expecting never to open them again as he winced against his inevitable demise, but was instead met with the sound of crunching metal and animalistic screams.
“-Dylan! Dylan oh my god did you see that?
Somehow, by some stroke of divine intervention, they were both still alive.
“I managed to trap it under the scrap pile! You should have seen it Dylan, it was incredible-”
Her excitement suddenly turned to worry as she noticed the bloody mess that was surrounding his leg.
“Oh, that is so not good…”
“Tell me about it! You’re not the one with a chunk of metal sticking out of your thigh!”
She leaned down to inspect the wound, humming softly as she seemed to find whatever she was looking for.
“Lucky for you it seems to have missed your artery”
He didn’t feel particularly lucky.
“Kaitlyn, I’ve already lost my hand, oh fuck, oh my god, I can’t lose my leg too, my mum will literally kill me…”
He’d reached the point of hysterics now, heart hammering at double speed in his chest as Kaitlyn stared down at him in concern.
“Dylan, Dylan calm down! Its just a fucking nail! A big fucking nail, but a nail all the same!”
Unbelievable, un-fucking believable.
“It’s a rusty nail, Kaitlyn! My gran knew someone who almost died of tinnitus after cutting himself on an old gardening frame!”
Kaitlyn simply shook her head, an exasperated sigh leaving her lips.
“Dylan, you’re not going to die, and it’s tetanus, not tinnitus, you fucking dumbass...”
To anyone else the words might have come across as insulting, but Dylan knew it was just Kaitlyn’s special way of showing that she cared.
“Yeah, yeah ok that’s fair”
“Im gonna lift your leg up, ok? Just try and calm down…”
“Calm down? Calm down? Kaitlyn, I just got thrown out of a fucking crane by a supersized wolf man and you’re telling me to calm down?!”
The woman laughed, actually laughed.
The audacity…
“Ok then, don’t calm down, I’m still gonna lift up your leg anyway”
That was the only warning he got before the other councilor roughly pulled his limb from the offending object, his sharp intake of breath slowly easing into a whine as she placed the injured appendage onto the cold wet ground.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but we really need to get a move on, you can feel sorry for yourself when we get back to the lodge”
That was that then.
Become a camp councilor, they said.
It will be fun, they said.