Malia's eyes flew open. There was darkness everywhere. She couldn't make out shapes. She couldn't make out anything in the dark. It was a thick void of darkness.
She couldn't hear anything either. She felt fear slowly creep down her spine like cold fingers. She was terrified. She was scared, she was all alone.
She thought of Richard. Her captor had dug his claws into Richard's stomach and left him for dead. She couldn't tell if he was still alive or already dead. She wanted to be sure he was still alive since he in fact wasn't a human but a werewolf.
Tears slowly found its way down her cheeks. She wanted to believe Richard was alive. She didn't want to lose him. Richard was all she had left. After her mother died, she was moved into the orphanage. The orphanage was nothing to write home about. Just growing up was a very big struggle for her.
