Angeline Pov
Scream!
Run!
Fight!
Do something!
My subconscious was shouting at me, but all that came out was a strained, “wuh-”
My heart and mind racing a million miles a minute, discombobulated.
This is it, this is the end.
After all my precautions, all my defenses, he still managed to catch me alone, defenseless and trapped. I may as well have served myself to him on a silver platter.
There’s no way I can escape him, his body blocked the entire entryway.
I can’t outrun him, he’s a werewolf.
I can’t fight him, he’d crush me in an instant, he’s a werewolf.
That made him all the more terrifying, knowing this wasn’t just a man but also someone half beast. How do you reason with a beast?
The pepper spray! My phone! They’re both in my bookbag, stored in Ms. Randall’s office. How c
