Freedom of Speech

Waverley

"What is wrong with you? You're crazy!" She yelled, backing away from the man in front of her. He kept approaching, his face covered by his hood. Waverly clenched her jaw, her fingers connecting with the chipping paint on the side of her house. She mentally cursed. How did she manage to get herself into such a cliche situation.

"I'm not going to hurt you, love. I just saved your life, didn't I?" The man asked, his deep voice ringing with a husky undertone. Waverly held her breath, feeling the hairs prick on her scalp all the way down to her calves. What the hell? His voice had an odd effect on her, her urg to lean forward snuffed as she drew blood by biting her cheek.

"You're still crazy. I don't know who you think you are, but I'm not your ma- whatever you called me!" She called out frustrated. He stepped even closer, his face still out of sight which was highly upsetting to her. Not that she wanted to see it... It was so she could tell the police what he looked like. Yeah. Let's go with that.

"I know I may seem crazy, but trust me- I'm not," he said, his voice considerably darker. Waverley held her breath, feeling fear set into her bones. "How do you want to explain what just happened out there, huh?" He asked, his arm stretching out to span over the back woods behind her house. She closed her eyes and shook her head, covering her face with her hands.

"No! No... It wasn't... It wasn't real..." She whined desperately, her knees bending as she slid down the wall of the house. She sniffed, feeling tears prick her eyes as the events flashed behind her eye lids.

Flashes of white, and brown. Some red. They circled her, cornered her. Scared her half to death.

Waverly heard leaves crunching and figured the man crouched down. She felt a hand on her head and she flinched back, looking up at him. Her eyes widened.

The mans hood was down, but he didn't look much older than her. He looked like he could be one of the kids at her college, just a regular student. Yet, his ice blue eyes sent a shiver through her, an image of jet black fur forming in the back of her mind. So soft...

"It was real, love. I swear it. If they found you, then you're in great danger-" he said softly, but Waverly's eyes snapped to his.

"I don't even know who they are! What did I do? I'm a good student, I pay on my car, I go to work, I make my bed in the morning, I gave a homeless man a twenty the other day- what did I do that got me in this situation?!" She beged incredulously. The man sighed and he swallowed visibly, his calloused hand taking hers. It felt like he shocked her with static, except all over her hand, and it was deluded to a soft spark.

"You're soul bound itself to mine. That's what you did,"

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