CHAPTER 2: Unwanted Visitor
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I went to the kitchen and toast a couple of sliced bread then grabbed the strawberry jam in the cabinet.
I closed the door behind me ready to go to work. I took a deep breath of fresh air. One thing I love about work is that it is only a 3 minutes walk from the house my Uncle and I lived in, plus, I don't need to pay rent and I could get foods in the ref for free! Duh, it's free foods we're talking about, who the hell would not want that?
I made my way to the library and took a bite of my food when I noticed Ziva sitting by the door with his cheeks resting in his palm like he was the most bored person in the planet earth.
"What a beautiful morning to start! I get to see my bestfriend this early in the morning!" I shouted trying to gain his attention without looking at him. I unlock the door with the only key I have.
"Yea, early in the morning," he rolls his eyes "I'm sooo gonna tell Brent you always came late for work every Saturday!" He snort.
Well, what can I say? He is my one and only hell of a bestfriend. I turned to his direction glaring, his brown hair was in mess highlighting his jawline. His green eyes reflecting the forest outside. He really is one of the hunks our girls in school is drooling over.
"Yea, whatever. I bet you won't do that." I said while entering the room and switched on the light. He trails behind me.
"You just wait and see." He said in a challenging tone and smirks.
"Ha ha ha very funny. Someone's gonna get his ass kicked right here, right now."
"Well, darling, why don't you try me." Now he has the guts to taunt me.
"Don't you ever dare." I gave him the deadliest glare I could master. I don't want Uncle Brent to think that I am taking my job for granted, I don't want him to think that I am being an abusive niece. "Hey Ziv, you know what? Why don't you just help me get those heavy books in the middle table so that we can start putting it in the shelves, yeah?"
"Why would I help you? I never get salaries for helping you carry these damn books since we became best of friends." He frowned but carried the books anyway.
I kneeled down wiping the lowest part of the shelves I'm in. It's clean day today, no wonder Uncle Brent left Saturdays for me.
"Where will I put these?" Ziv asked.
"In here, three shelves away from the front desk." I shouted while ducking real down, where the f**k these dusts came from?
"On my way darli-" His words were cutted off when the door swung open and we both snapped our heads in its direction. Yea, as if I could see the door but I knew we both snapped our head since I could see Ziva from here.
"Well, well, well, if it is not for our famous missing mutt, Ziva Greenwood." I peeked through one of the shelves that has three missing books in place. A man in his forties said with a menacing smile. He is so f*****g creepy, glad he couldn't see me from here. He must be the most terrifying man I've ever seen in my life, he has deep healed cut in his right eye and his beard is thick like he hasn't taken a bath for a week.
Ew. I throw up in my head.
"What the f**k are you doing here?!" Ziv's voice echoed in the entire library. Damn, what is he mad for? He's a costumer, duh.
"Elina, stay the f**k down and never come out." Holy mother of cow! What the f**k was that?! "You need to f*****g listen to me just this once!" My eyes grew wide when I realized its Ziva's voice in my head. I somehow felt nauseous after that. Was I dreaming or I really did heard him in my head? For freaking out loud, in my damn head!!
"Why? Can't I visit an old friend's place?" He smirked.
"Get the f**k out of here!!"Then Ziva shout so growledI want to cut my ears off.
Did he just f*****g growled?!
What's with the people growling since last night? Wait. What? Since last night? Wasn't that just a dream?
"Like what I said, I came to visit an old friend. I never thought I'll get to bumped into some missing alpha." He stared at Ziv while inspecting the vase with some withering roses in it. "And into some tasty mutt." Then he sniff the air so loud I could felt my body goes numb.
What's with these people growling and sniffing? The world's real f****d up.
"Celare memoriale eius." A somehow familiar voice managed to whisper in my ear and I swear I felt the hairs in my spine went up. I turned around only to see a smiling man with ombre eyes. I was about to shout to the top of my lungs when he covered my mouth with his hands and shakes his head indicating a "No".
He stood up and walked to Ziva's and the costumer's place. Wait is he even a costumer? He is really weird as one.
"Oh hello, Ashton. Nice to see old faces in one place huh?" The beard, whoever he is, said grinning. So this man who just said some weird words in my ear is Ashton? Okay noted.
"It was never good to see you again, Malcolm." Oh so this punk got a name?
"Oh. I'm offended." He put his hand in his heart dramatically. "You ruined the mood didn't you boy? You know seconds ago I could smell some tasty pup in here." He swipe his non-existent tears and continued, "And then you said your little dead language and then poof! She's gone."
"What do you want Malcolm?" Ashton, suprisingly calm, asked.
"I never wanted anything, boy. But since you asked, I think I know what I want."
Within a split seconds his hands were in Ashton and Ziva's throat pushing them upwards. I could see blood rushing down their throats as his claws dig deeper. I gasped in horror, my heart couldn't stop beating so fast like I run a marathon and my vision becomes blurry.
"If I were you, I'll drop them down."
Uncle Brent?
Malcolm harshly threw Ashton and Ziva away bumping their backs in some shelves causing them to fall. I think they broke a bone or two.
"Hello, old friend." Malcolm said with a mocking smile plastered in his face as he face Uncle Brent.
I knew I was in panic attack when I heard some terrifying cracking of bones and Uncle Brent jump up tearing his clothes apart landing in four paws. All the air in my lungs left and I struggled to breath.
There, stands a dark brown big wolf three shelves away from me.
Did Brent just turned into a wolf?!
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