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 ho+use? 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.
“Yes! I am Onyx Mikkelsen, and how can I help you?” I asked while looking him into his eyes.
“We were looking for you! Do you have a moment?” he asked, crossing his arms.