Gillian
I turned my back and walked away, carrying the weight of emotions that felt as if they were crushing my chest. Tears streamed endlessly from my eyes, falling down both of my cheeks.
I could hear the people I passed calling out to me, but I did not stop. I kept walking, as though I no longer had the strength to look back.
Suddenly, someone blocked my path. He pointed a gun at me, causing me to look at him sharply. But at that moment, no flames ignited from my eyes.
A few seconds later, I heard loud, mocking laughter.
“The fire in your eyes will never work,” he said, “because Freyah’s necklace is no longer with you.”
Only then did I realize the mistake I had made.
As they pulled the trigger, my four werewolf protectors suddenly appeared. They deflected the bullets, and in a si
