The voice was both old and young, smooth and yet raspy. I could not pinpoint where it came from, it echoed in the ruined library I was trapped in. Ice filled my veins and my breath came out in short pants. I knew from the second the voice filled the room that it was not human or Werewolf.
“Curious little thing you are.” It spoke again and goosebumps rose along my flesh. The air shifted as I stayed frozen near the door that led to safety. I knew it was not me that moved.
I made an effort to move, to say something in retaliation but the tundra of fear that coated me from head to toe made me believe that my breathing came out in wisps as I shook in my shoes. The air shifted once again, a cool breeze slithering up behind me, so close that I could feel the back of my tunic brush against whate
