Adira tried to move the man but he was too heavy for her to carry. She aimed to move him to a corner of her cage, and conceal him with the pieces of old rags in her cage.
Her hands ran across her head, as tension built up. She was oblivious of what to do. She looked around her cage as she wondered how the man got inside. What confused her the most was how her cage expanded in size for him to step in and also make the two be able to stand in the cage.
She wished it was all a dream considering how her cage had gone back to its normal size. But the dead man Lying on the floor reminded her that it wasn't a dream. She also couldn't understand what might have killed him.
The thought of having strange powers scared the living daylight out of her. Adira recalled why her aunt Helen sent her out in the first place.
"Don't end up like your mother in my house!"
She would always howl at her each time she annoys her.
Adira never understood why she made mention of those words. She wasn't a strange child growing up, but aunt Helen would always complain of seeing red rings around her pupil. She complained it appears only when Adira was angry or she was scolded.
She remembered the day aunt Helen caught her with her purse. Little Adira wanted to get some candies but Aunt Helen wouldn't give her money for it, so she went to her purse to take it herself.
"Don't become like your mother in my house!"
She remembered aunt Helen scolding, then proceeding to grab the purse from her hands.
All these memories accumulated into huge disturbing thoughts in her head. She feared she was beginning to believe what her aunt said.
She placed her hands on her stomach, she could feel a little bulge, and she knew her bumb would start showing in no time. She remembered she needed to escape most importantly for her baby, and it caused her head to hurt. She sat on the hard floor confused on what to do with the dead body.
The story Margaret told her of how a slave was beheaded a while ago, was still ringing in her head, and she feared her case would be same. She crawled to the cage door. She wanted to wake Margaret up, but on getting to the door, her cage was locked.
Adira vibrated with fear as she couldn't understand what was happening. She knew the cage was wide open when the man came in, but now it was locked. She pinched her hand to be sure she wasn't dreaming.
"This is black magic..." she muttered under her terrified breath.
Margaret had educated her a lot about the werewolves and how black magic worked in the pack. She also told her that some of them practice it to acquire more power or do more evil. Same thoughts had come to her mind.
"Why would werewolves with special powers practice black magic?"
It appeared she was hating the werewolves the more.
She moved back to the dead man.
She wanted to be sure he was actually dead, or hadn't hibernated in any way, so she tried to check his pulse rate again.
But his body had gone very cold. She knew it was normal for dead bodies to go cold, but the coldness from his body was quite alarming.
In an attempt not to scare herself, she assumed that would be normal for werewolves. She turned to face the cage door again, as if she would find her solution there, but nothing came to her mind.
After some minutes, a thought came into her mind and she turned to meet the dead body again. This time, it was emitting ice cold from its body. The man was practically freezing and she didn't know what to do about it.
"But is this typical of werewolves?" She asked inwardly, rhetorically. She had heard of burials since her stay in the pack, and even though she hadn't witnessed any, she doubted if they would freeze when they died.
She thought about making noise to alert others, and probably wake the guards, but feared that would be the end of her.
"How would I explain a dead body in my cage? talk more of a dead werewolf?"
She touched the man with her dorsum again, and he was brewing cold. She could hear the clock ticking and when she looked out, it was already past 3. The alarm clock would sound in the next few minutes. She was scared and worried for her life.
She sank back into the torn mattress together with the old rags that made her bed. She was precipitating. She stood up again and moved to the old man and began to pull him from his legs.
She pulled him to a corner of the cage. She picked the pieces of clothes in which her bed was made and began to cover him up. She wasn't even sure of what she was doing and why she was doing it but she was just acting on impulse. She just knew she needed to do something as fast as possible.
When she was done covering the man, she laid beside it. She was beginning to function slowly due to fear. She wished there was a way she would call on Margaret, so she would use her powers and get rid of the body. But her cage was locked, just like the way it was before she went to bed.
She sat up, and holding her legs with hands she was lost in thoughts. She looked at the clock again and it was almost 4:00am. She took a deep breath as she awaited the guards to unlock her cage.
Shortly, one of them came and unlocked her cage. He peeped into her cage and seeing a bulge of clothes wrapped together, he went inside to check.
He crawled into the cage, and kicked off the old pieces of clothes that covered the dead body, but to Adira's greatest surprise, he found nothing.
She let out a heavy breath after the man had left, she couldn't believe her eyes.