It felt like a ton of bricks slammed into Madeline as she was picked up. Her surroundings turned into a blur as suddenly, the feral was gone.
Madeline felt like crying from shock.
What the hell just happened?
'How am I still alive?'
'Where am I?'
"Stay here," she heard a masculine voice tell her, although she couldn't see him. He was standing behind her.
Afterwards, she turned around to see no one. A gust of wind blew at her face.
She heard a loud howl coming from the distance, and then, WHOOSH!
Xavier wiped his hands calmly.
'Xavier,' she breathed.
"You called for h—"
Oof!
"You saved me," was all Madeline said, her voice filled to the brim with appreciation and gratitude.
"Well you called for help," he pointed out.
"I didn't expect anyone would come," she admitted sheepishly.
"Tch, you have absolutely no faith," he couldn't help but facepalm.
"What happened to that werewolf?" Madeline then asked.
Xavier furrowed his brow, "That wasn't just a werewolf."
