Chapter Twenty-two: Special
A vampire? I stare in horror as Andrew stood in front of me looking like a maniac with blood stain on his shirt and face. He just killed a girl by sulking her blood dry. “Hey Amelia.“ He said, stepping forward and bent down, giving me an evil smirk. I froze. My name. He knows my name. I swear I don't remember saying my name to the group. How does he knows my name? “What are you doing here all by yourself?“ I flinch when he grabbed my jaw in a painfully tight grip. “Please let me go. I promise I didn't see anything.“ I pleaded, trying to push away his tight grip on me. My heart was beating so fast in fear. I could already begin to imagine the worst that was to come. On top of that, I regret coming here in the first place. I should have listened to my wolf and insisted on not coming
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