Nefretiri
All three jumped, and I realized I'm in trouble.
I was a human with basic magic abilities, and they were adult werewolves with the ability to change and rip me to shreds, but I was making them nervous?
Part of me loves it. They should fear me. Who were they compared to me?
And that scares me enough to fear my thoughts.
Who invented this?
I can't cope anymore. Flames engulfed me. I'd take a period over this.
"It's okay..." Holding up his hands as if it'll help, Danny took a step forward, but I backed up, pressing myself against the wall, not caring about the crashing chair. "It's okay, Luna. I swear. We won't hurt you."
'Danger. We're in danger.'
I felt like a cat puffing up its fur, but I had no claws or fangs. Meaning I was helpless.
"What is she doing?" Taylor cringed, covering her ears.
"She's calling for help," Danny explained, and it took me a few seconds to realize what I'm doing.
