Weltschmerz

Chapter 3

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Camila was paralyzed. She felt her heart pumping harder than ever before. Sensing the hair on her neck standing upright in freight, she looked up into the glowing amber eyes in front of her. Her breath was stuck in her throat and she couldn't even think of moving, as her eyes cautiously began to study the beast.  

It's eyes were dark and staring almost hypnotically into Camila's. The rational side of her brain screamed for her to run, she knew that this predator would rip her to shreds in mere seconds, yet her instincts told her that she was save. She knew she should be scared, terrified even, yet somehow her nerves began calming down and were being replaced with a strange thrumming of excitement.

The creature must have noticed as well, as its eyes darkened and with a low, guttural growl it bared its teeth. Camila gulped, overcome with a strange sense of affinity and with all her might, she balled her hands into fists, staring right back into the glowing abyss of its eyes. In an blink of an eye the predator pounced, closing the rest of the distance between them, snapping its teeth at her and forcing the brunette to instinctively take a step back. Camila's back collided with the door frame, leaving her as an easy prey. Maybe her instincts had been wrong after all. Knowing that she would never be able to get to her wand in time she snapped her eyes close, turning her face to the side, raising her arms in a futile attempt to protect her head, as she waited for the animals next move. 

After a few seconds she still didn't feel the crushing power of the werewolf and slowly blinked her eyes open, only to see that the beast had stopped all of its advances on the human and settled on curiously sniffing the air around the Latina. The animals loud, wet breath brushed over Camila's cheeks, forcing the girl to attempt to turn her face further away from the wolf.

The beasts next move wasn't one Camila would have ever anticipated. She watched as the animal lowered its head submissively, before it began whimpering and walking to the other side of the room. Camila wasn't sure what was happening.

She knew a Werewolf would never abandon such an easy prey, plus one that so willingly walked right into the prison that they seemed to use to lock themselves into during the full moon. But for some unexplainable reason the beast showed little to no interest in her anymore. Maybe the human side of the wolf had taken over control or just maybe her scent had thrown it off... But that was impossible, right? Sure Greyback and his prodigies had clear instructions back in the day, followers of you-know-who had always been off limits. Camila swallowed hard, hoping that she was wrong. If that would be the case, it would mean that whoever that human trapped inside that wolf is, is a follower, a death-eater and worst, they considered her a follower.

Finally somewhat able to breath again, the brunette released a long shaky breath, only now realizing that her legs were shaking and her palms were sweaty. Camila knew that it took tremendous amount of power for a bitten werewolf to take control of the wolf, you could say it is almost impossible. For one born with half-human, half-wolf blood it was possible with a lot of willpower to even suppress the shift, while full blooded wolf could shift whenever they please. 

Camila made a mental note to read up on the lycanthropy lore when she got back to the castle. With the beasts back turned to her, she knew that she could take the opportunity to run, but for some reason she just stood there, with her back still pressed against the doorframe. 

She slowly took in the room of the run-down shack. To her right was a bed with blue sheets covered in at least 3 inches of dust. There was a dirty window, dust dimming the stream of moonlight shining across the floor, it also looked like someone had painted varies symbols on it. Her eyes strayed to a puddle of clothes on the floor and she couldn't help but wonder if it could give her some sort of idea who the other person in the room could be.