The ground beneath my feet felt nonexistent. At the sight in front of me, I could not breathe. The boy who was my friend and also someone who I was developing feelings for was a Werewolf. A mythical creature I thought never existed.
My throat felt dry and I couldn't move from the place even if I wanted to. It's like I was rooted there. My heart was beating like crazy and I was scared that at the sound he would notice me and do something crazy. Like, eat me. Isn't that what wolves do? Feast on human flesh? I had no idea why but my brain was scrambling with crazy facts and stupid annoying comments to distract me.
With my eyes wide open I kept on staring at him. He was standing on his four feet, gazing in front of him like it was prey. It terrified me to even think that he might have some
