Werewolf Department

I came to the pitch-black room, panting heavily, with beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I looked around the room. When I heard the loud smashing sound, all of my senses were alert and on edge as I tried to figure out where it came from.

If I hadn't known any better, I would have guessed that it was Santa Clause.

Except for the fact that it was the middle of May.,

My vision was fuzzy as I searched the vacant twin bed adjacent to mine. I could only make out what was going on through the room since the moon was beaming through the window behind the bed. My knuckles dug into the surface of the CareBare blanket that was underneath me.

That was an item that had a special place in my heart.

There was something off with the situation since the bed next to the vacant mine wasn't supposed to be vacant.

Where exactly was the occupant located?

When I brushed a hand through my blonde hair tangled up on my forehead, I immediately felt a wave of terror wash over me. There was only one word that sprang to mind.

Sh!

I carefully stood up, my instincts kicking in with a total dose of adrenaline, and made my way to the door on the other side of the little room with two small twin beds and two drawers.

And then there's also my CareBare Blanket.

I braced myself against the wall as I opened the door just a little bit. The light swiftly rushed through the little gap in the door, forcing my heart to pound through my chest, go to the great beyond, and return to a second flat.

As I heard the more peculiar commotion, my ideas began to change.

"I beg you, Them, don't let it come to that."

Them, as in Santa Claus and his glowing, hornless unicorn that glows in the dark.

I opened the door a little farther, and when I did so, the brightness briefly caused me to lose my vision.

I moved out of the room and onto the nearest wall, covering the light that was entering the room. As I attempted to use my mind to argue with myself, the wall was pressing into my back.

Okay, twisted ideas flooded my mind as I repeated the pattern "In...Out....In...Out....In." To hell with your filthy mind.

As I saw the bright light coming from the simple kitchen, I kept my back firmly pressed against the wall to regain the self-assurance that was rapidly eroding with each passing second.

What action would Liam Neeson take if he were in my position?

"Go for the risk," he told me in my brain as he was coaching me.

My stomach had the uneasy sensation of seeing a movie full of clichéd scenes.

When I heard people speaking quietly, I immediately came to a halt. Anyone might be involved. It's possible that Santa Claus is planning my murder and getting ready to dispatch his vengeful garden gnomes to take me out.

After some time, my interest eventually got the better of me, and I hurled myself over the edge of the wall and assaulted the person who had broken in.

My body crashing into that person and bringing them to the ground was the only sound that could be heard.

"Good, my little padawan. Now, you must find out some answers. Who are they? What do they want?"

Because I was concentrating so hard on avoiding being murdered, I briefly forgot to interrogate the damned invader.

My hands were wrapped around someone else's neck, making these strange choking and gasping noises, both of which I totally disregarded.

Because they are attempting to murder me, it is not reasonable to expect me to pay attention to every profanity that they speak.

This was when my master gently persuaded me to face the reality of the situation.

If you're searching for ransom, I'm afraid I can't help you. But I do have a very specific set of talents, which I have honed over a lengthy career. I have abilities that make me a nightmare for individuals like you. If you leave right now, that's the end of it. I'm not going to seek for you or pursue you. But if you don't, I'll go looking for you." I nearly whispered in a frightening voice full of danger.

My eyes were closed, probably due to the pleasure that was rolling up my spine, but they suddenly opened when I felt hands gripping my upper arms and attempting to pull me away from the invader.

I was pretty familiar with that feeling; it was second nature.

''Eva! Relax! It's simply Max! "

Instantaneously, I let go of her and peered down to see who was receiving Eva's wrath.

Max's red, puffy face was suddenly gasping for oxygen as he grabbed his neck and looked at me as if I were the she-devil he'd wanted he'd never met. I was on top of Max, choking him with my hands.

"I'm...sorry?

" I said, making an effort to feign amusement at what I had just accomplished.

You're not supposed to make a lady angry when she's sleeping; didn't Disney teach you the lesson in sleeping beauty? I've only just woken up for crying out loud!

The only reaction I received was a grunt, followed by something like "geth ofh meh."

My head whipped back to look at Ethan, my goofball of a best friend, who was laughing and extended his hand at the same time.

As he dragged me up to my feet, I happily accepted it, which allowed Max's lungs to take a breath of fresh air finally.

Max was a good-natured guy who assisted us and welcomed us to stay at his house; he was probably in his forties but gave the impression of being in his thirties, with light brown hair and chocolate-colored eyes.

When Ethan broke out laughing, his silly butt off, my skull suddenly popped without attempting to hold it in. This kid has some severe mental issues.

I had a bad idea that he may also have significant health problems if he didn't stop.

Even though I was staring him down, he continued to have fits of laughing.

In the pauses between each of his breaths, he said the phrase, "You are ova protective."

My eyes were focused on him as I simply said, "And who's overprotectiveness saved a certain someone's ass?" My arms were crossed over my chest as I made my response.

I cocked my head to the side and waited for him to provide an answer that made sense to me.

"Aww...God! It's adorable how sweet your angry expression looks! " He smiled as I turned my back on him, closed my eyes, and thought of a million different ways to make his life a living hell.

The more I thought about it, the more appealing it seemed for him to dye his hair green so that he might conspire with Santa Claus to murder me.

When I turned around to face him again, he stood back up and ran his fingers over his short, filthy blonde hair.

He had blue eyes and a well-toned figure like Ed Sheeran, but we were simply buddies. Not anything more. He was one of those gorgeous lads who were always excessively friendly.

As if there were anything that could come between us, considering that he is a moron and I am nothing short of spectacular.

My wavy white-blond hair, which was more white than blond, came nearly to my elbows, and I rolled my eyes and looked down since I didn't have the guts to do this.

I believe that it was time to cut.

I turned my head back to look at Ethan as he drew me into a bear embrace and continued to laugh as he did so.

I remained defiant, as shown by my hands being still crossed and my eyes being directed upward.

I did not handle embarrassment very well, and there was no way he would be let off the hook that easily.

"Oh God, Eva. I let out a sigh as I threw my arms around his chest and finally embraced him. He drew back, smiling at me like he was five years old when he was the same age as I when we were.