I start to run, my feet flying, even blurring as I pound to my bed. Once I am there, I bury myself below the covers, trying to quell the thumping of my heart.
Before, I never would have cared about dying, but now I don't want it. It used to be so close that I could kiss its dry, crackled lips, but now I fear it.
The werewolves have frozen time for me. They have thrown away my old body. They have filled me with promises that I would live forever.
And now they want to kill me.
Something about that doesn't seem quite right.
A presence enters the room; a beautiful, glossy-haired man that always takes my breath away. He comes to sit by my side, staring into my eyes.
"You don't believe me when I say that I'll protect you?" his thick, velvety voice murmurs, a graceful hand stroking my hair.
"I just don't know, Caleb," I whisper, shutting my eyes tightly.
Do I believe? Do I really?
