Personal Narrative On Werewolf

A silver stake in my hand, a torch in the other and a group of men behind me then I saw It again, the werewolf then an arrow wised by my head and hit the wolf in the shoulder. It howled and started to run I followed hot on his tail then another arrow flow by and hit the wolf in the foot and it stumbled to the ground, but when I kot up I could not bring myself to finish the it. The werewolf then kicked me in the gut and I went flying into a tree, I woke up in the med bay in the school Above me was my friend Joe he was a shaggy blond hair boy with a scar on his ear.
¨How long was I out?¨ I asked.
¨You have been out for 4 hours¨ Joe responded happy that I was a wake. ¨and what happened to the werewolf¨ I asked.
¨It got