The Girl Who Cried Wolf

Terror

~Present~

I was finding it harder and harder to breathe as I thought of all the things that pointed to him being a werewolf. I had never expected it, but now it all makes sense. Zevon's face, Ezra's dark hair, his brief confusion when I asked if he was a zombie, and even his slight hesitation when he had heard my name. I groaned and felt so stupid.

I shot upright when I heard footsteps coming down the corridor. I slid off the bed and then under it as far against the wall as I could. I figured it wouldn't help much but my instincts told me otherwise.

The small wooden door swung open and he stepped inside. He growled when he saw I was missing from the bed, and I felt my body start to tremble. 

"I know you're in here, we would have seen you leave." I stayed silent. "This can go one of two ways, you can either come out from your hiding place and I might lessen your punishment, or I can drag you out here and you won't make it out alive."

Tears welled up in my eyes and my body shook with fear, but I didn't move.

A few seconds went by and I saw his feet starting to move around the bed.

"Fine, I guess I will come back later." He started to walk towards the door but just as I thought I could breathe his face is in front of mine and he is dragging me out from under the bed. I screamed and struggled, but he was too strong.