They say every cloud has a silver lining. Cliché, I know. But, with twenty-year-old psychology student - Meliora Simmons, the clouds only appear to turn a darker shade of gray with no evidence of a bright side. Nightmares haunt her since her childho...
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❰ Meliora ❱
I stood there motionless as I stared at the beast standing behind Zayn, it stood tall with its chest heaving. A harsh sound vibrated through its body as it stared at me with its devilish eyes; not even Lucifer scare me as much as he did.
I watched from the corner of my eye as Zayn slowly turned around to acknowledge the presence of a third being in this room. His body language drastically changed from mildly relaxed to being tense and stiff, his hands remained to his sides with no signs of aggression radiating from his posture. It made me wonder if he was even intimidated by this being because I clearly was.
There were several things going on in my dizzy mind right now, however, nothing beat the thought of being torn apart by this creature. I instantly recalled what Zayn told me earlier, about the tales being true. I had never been a believer in any of those myths that circulated for centuries. I, like most others, thought supernatural beings were a work of fiction and just that. Of course, believing in the existence of these creatures would be considered crazy, right?
Being in that room, standing face to face with my possible death, I was many things - scared, confused, dizzy, out of breath, hurt too. My back, even though didn't burn so much, still ached tremendously. But that was a story for another day. Right now, my sole focus was the beast and Zayn's calm reaction to the situation. I couldn't decide if he was brave or foolish when he took a step towards the beast, his steps calculative. I guess it ran in the family, the spy nature.
The beast strayed its focus from me and glared at Zayn with the utmost amount of hatred I could ever fathom; it looked angry but I couldn't tell why. My wild guess was that it was pissed about last night. But what did it want from me? It's not like it would come back for its unkilled prey, or would it? Did werewolves act the same way as wolves? I had no clue since I knew nothing about them, I had spent my entire life avoiding all supernatural movies.
"Meliora." Zayn's voice brought me out of my thoughts and I turned my attention towards him. He turned his head a one-eighty, his eyes only flickering towards me for a second before they focused back on the beast. "Go, join the others downstairs."
I heard him as clear as a glass, however, I could not so much as move a muscle. I was numb, stuck to the ground, ready to melt off like wax if possible.
"Now!" He said, raising his voice to show his impatience. I flinched at the sound, the torn T-shirt slipping from my hand. The brimming tears fell from my eyes, tears I failed to understand were a consequence of - my paranoia, the werewolf in front of me, or Zayn's ice-cold voice.
Gathering as much strength and courage as I possibly could, I managed to move a leg and was immediately met with a raging growl. My entire body jerked and then came to complete halt. My heart started to follow an unmatched rhythm, one that was drenched with fear.
