Heeeyoo! I know that this is super late, but I hope everyone had a good Easter and ate their weight in chocolate, because I certainly did :D
Mel POV
I couldn't sleep.
All I could see when I closed my eyes were Beth and Rachel's faces, both looking utterly horrified and scared....at me.
It was my worst nightmare.
As soon as I realized what they were reacting to, I turned, hiding my leg away so they couldn't look at the knife that was in it. I didn't want them judging, but just a quick glance at their faces, told me I was too late, they already had already made their minds up.
I felt shy of it, I didn't want people seeing it, knowing that their reaction would most likely be terror.
I was just glad Lissa didn't see.
I grabbed a blanket from my bed and wrapped it around me, effectively hiding it from them, as Butch locked my cage and walked away without a word.
I sat on my bed, grabbing another blanket, this one a good quality one I had stolen from the living room couch, and bundling myself up even more. The onset of winter was taking its toll, the room absolutely freezing from poor insulation and lack of heaters.
I fiddled with a loose string in the corner of the material, I didn't want to look up and see their faces again, I couldn't handle it. I could take everyone else, from the creepy scientists to the buffed up rogues, but not these three girls, their opinions were the only ones that mattered, they were the only humane ones in this whole complex.
I don't know how long we sat there in complete silence, me fiddling with the unravelling blanket and them doing god knows what, I had no idea, because I was refusing to look up at them.
A small clink of metal on metal sounded to my right. I ignored it, thinking it was just someone shifting their weight and banging something against the cage, but it clinked again, then again, consistent and demanding my attention.
I turned my head sideways, still looking down, peeking to my right. Lissa sat on the floor, calmly tapping one of the cage bars with her ring that sat on her middle finger.
I stared shyly at her, and she looked back with a small open smile.
I turned to completely face her, and she pointed and inclined her head to my leg, obviously wanting to see it.
I glanced at my leg, then back at her nervously, not really wanting to share. She returned the look with reassurance, but I wasn't sure I was ready to show her.
She patted the stone cold floor next to her and I obliged after a minute of pondering.
I ditched the ratty blanket, keeping the nice one still wrapped around me and settled onto the floor, wincing at the cold that started to seep into my legs.
I looked at her, completely honest, with no mask or fake emotions and quite frankly, it was terrifying.
With no poker face to hide my real emotions, I felt bare and stripped, not used to being able to have such open emotions.
Lissa stared right back at me, not fazed, even the slightest.
She was a remarkable girl, and even though she was the youngest and seemed the most innocent, she was by far the smartest and was no way naïve, in any sort of way.
I overheard her telling the girls that she's now seven, and I was shocked, she is so mature, she acts like an adult, I just couldn't believe it.
She stretched her tiny arm through the bars and took my hand, squeezing it support.
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Not Like The Others
WerewolfMel isn't like the other shifters. She's a fighter, a cold and ruthless one at that. After years of being kidnapped under the watchful eyes of hunters, she escapes, willing to do anything to anyone who will get in her way of freedom. Once out, she r...