Onyx
The clouds conflicted in the sky as the dawn dropped upon me. The anxiety rushed as the adrenaline flushed in my veins. I can feel my drumming heart beating inside my palpating chest. My steps were heavier, but I posed to be strong.
Fiara exchanged a confused look with me, she was as clueless as I am. What the hell is the Police doing at my house? We can only find it out inside the house.
As we entered, I noticed two, maybe in their mid-thirties, policemen and they observed me from head to toe. My gaze averted to my mom who was sitting reluctantly with them. I can feel her discomfort and uneasiness being surrounded by those men.
I protectively stand between them and my werewolf senses alerted. They are here for no good reason.
“Onyx Mikkelsen?” one of them called out my name.
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