Holding onto Anger

Chapter 3

Third Point of View

Finally arriving at her apartment building, she sprinted into the lobby and into the flight of stairs. She was out of breath and everyone who was at the lobby saw that. Some tried to call her but she hurriedly ran up the stairs.

Once she arrived in front of her door, she paused to catch her breath. Her eyes shut as she gasped for air. The voice has gone silent which she was so relieved. She unzips her bag to get her keys out so she can get in the apartment, "Where is it?"

Her hand continued to search for keys until she heard her door move. She slowly looked up. The door was slightly opened. She looked at the time and it was still 5PM. Mikka usually arrives from work at around 5:30. Or did she forget to lock the door?

There was no way she forgot to lock the door but she highly would believe she would forget to leave the door open. Sarah pushed the door open and called out her name loudly. "You left the door open! You should be careful because some creep can easily-"

She stops dead in her tracks when she sees a man in front of her. He was tall and big. He looks like 5'9 and was wearing a dark grey hoodie. He wasn't looking at her but at the ground. Something told her that he was not one of Mikka's friends.

Sarah's eyes caught a sight of what was in his hand. A dagger- he was holding a weapon on his left hand. Sarah does not run or yell. Her thoughts immediately went to Mikka. What he could have done to her.

She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead.

She's dead.

"Where is she? What the hell did you do to her!" The feeling she never thought she would feel again. That intense anxiety and fear of losing someone. She thought she was done feeling that way. She thought the world was done giving her pain but she was wrong.

Standing in my home apartment, a stranger stood there with a dagger soaked in blood. Sarah begged that it didn't belong to Mikka.

Please.

Just this once don't to this to me

He turns and sees his face. Green eyes and dark hair. A brown mark on the bridge of his nose. She couldn't do anything else besides memorizing his eyes, height, size, then his voice when he said, "You should have ran." Sarah thought nothing of it until she saw him lunging towards her. She stepped back too late. He caught the roots of her hair and slammed her to the wall behind her.

She gasped in pain from her back and scalp. Her hands grabbed his hand that was on her hair and tried to break free but he was way stronger than her. She looked at him and noticed the signs. He was a werewolf. His eyes faintly shifted to another color.

That was one of the signs of a werewolf when their strength was infused with their wolf. She remembered Mikka teaching her about them. Werewolves without the help of their wolves are strong but when they let their inner wolves take a bit of control, they are stronger.

She glared at him and struggled more while ignoring the fact that he still had a dagger on his other hand. She could tell he was going to threaten her with it but it didn't matter. She will not show him her fear. "What do you want!"

"Nothing." He ran the dagger near her throat. "The witch didn't have anything I came for. Unfortunately for her, I don't leave any witnesses."

"What?" Her eyes widened. Sarah looked at him, hoping she was wrong. Hoping his words didn't mean he-