Lupophobia (Ultima Series)

|Chapter Four| Are you going to kill me?

One word to describe how I feel right now? Uncomfortable.

One sentence to describe how I feel ? I feel like I've been hit with a brick and now I'm sitting on it.

Want a paragraph? Sure, why not? I can't see, something is covering my eyes. Like a blindfold or something. I can't move either. Something is holding me against a pole. My hands can't help me. Nothing can right now.

I also hear some faint voices. Am I scared? Hell yeah. Will I overreact? No, I'm trying to live.

"You didn't have to hit her with a brick! She's unconscious now." A deep bellows, causing some other mumbles of fear.

"She wasn't cooperative! That was my own option. It was either that or get caught and we never get a lead on Zach Everton." So that's why I'm here. I knew people hated the Guardian Forces, but I don't think it's worth of kidnapping.

"Now she's probably dead!"

"Brother, she's breathing." I feel someone point to me. I'm trying so hard not to get caught. "I get Dennis did a dumb thing, but hey, she's alive. That's the important thing."

Why are they talking like this? Almost like they lost their manners.

"I guess you're right. Can we wake her up now? I don't like wasting my time." The figure walks towards me, kicking dust into the atmosphere.

Before I could stop myself, I let out a large sneeze, possibly catching the attention of everyone in the room. And by how many times I've heard feet scatter, there were many. The blindfold gets taken off and now I can see everything. I gasp at the man- erm werewolf that's holding my blindfold. "Who are you?"

"You don't get to ask the questions," He shushes me. Looking at him grip the blindfold and all the other werewolves looking back at me, it terrifies me. I have a million questions. Who is he? Who is everyone in the room? Where am I? Why am I here? But, apparently, I don't get to ask questions. "What is your father's plans with the werewolves?"

I sigh, "He wants nothing to do with werewolves. He's chasing the Ultima. But I honestly believe that's something my father made up to spike his motivation. He probably made that name to scare us. Keep us on our feet."

"Lies!" He yells, "Everyone believes that the Ultima exists and they won't rest until he's dead."

"Correction; They won't rest until the "Ultima" is caught and my father gets justice. Even if so called Ultima is dead, you really think my dad's sane enough to just drop that? It's either Ultima or everyone. There is no in between." This seemed to frighten the other werewolves. A few howls and shrieks and quick hushed whispers echo through the room. The male werewolf bends down to my level.

"And you don't believe in the Ultima?" His voice softens.

"It's some dumbass myth my father. Something about how the Ulitma once killed his own father. We don't even know if it was a werewolf, my father just assumes it was because doctors say that Grandpa was crazy right before he died." The werewolf looks at me like he remembers something.

"Was he raving? Insane? Acting like a werewolf himself?"

"Father only took me part of the story. Apparently, it's too painful to remember." I respond, "Now can I go? I told you everything I know about this whole Guardian Force bullshit." He looks back at a female looking back at him.