Evaline:
The wolf didn't move.
But neither could I.
My back was pressing lightly to the wooden railing of the stairs leading to upper floors. My feet felt frozen mid-step, and my lungs refused to expand fully, like any sudden breath might provoke the beast standing in front of me.
I kept my eyes glued on it while it stood there - watching me.
Not like prey.
Not like threat.
Just… watching.
Its eyes were gleaming faintly in the dim lights of the library, but there was a depth in them I couldn't explain. Something human. Something aching.
I swallowed and took another step back, only for the wolf to take a step forward.
My stomach dropped.
A second passed. Another. And then, I turned and bolted.
Stupid.
So stupid, Eva.
