Page 147 of The Blairville Legacies

And the eyes, that might as well have been the sun. But this huge creature with its threatening look, which had suddenly appeared where Emely had been standing before...

Back and forth.

I couldn’t keep telling myself that a wolf had simply appeared there. Maybe the professor was just crazy. What if that had been his dog, who also happened to be named Emely? It was possible that he had brought him to campus with him.

God, Bayla...that was no dog. That beast had been as big as a damn pony, and I hadn’t been dreaming.

I didn’t want to believe it, but what if all those myths about supernatural creatures were true? What if the wild wolves in the woods of Blairville weren’t wild wolves, but...?

No.

I shook my head hard as goosebumps spread all over my body.

Thump.

Panicked, I froze in my movement.

What had that been?

Fear rose up inside me. The very same fear that had helped me run from campus to Mum’s dodgy summer house, where I had been pacing my room, terrified, until just now. I had been trying hard to find an explanation for the recent events.Unsuccessfully.

Now, I was fully back in the present. That noise had definitely come from downstairs, and all I knew right now was that I was homealone.

I had locked the door behind me, which didn’t make it any better, and the fact that I had taken karate back then only gave me the barest hint of hope.

Creak.

Oh, no.

“No, no, no, no, no...” I whispered desperately, but then pressed my hand over my mouth, realizing how stupid that had just been.

If there was a list of potential serial killer victims somewhere, I was certainly on top of it.

Creak.

Shit.

Some wild wolf was running around the first floor, possibly trying to eat me, and here I was, typically me, standing in my new room, panicking, looking for a place to hide.

Actually, I should have realized myself that there was none because the closet was too small for me, and under the bed, only those were hiding who always died first in horror movies, not to mention the idiots who went into the basement just to ask if someone was there. Of course.In the basement!

I did the next best thing, and at the same time, probably the dumbest thing: I tiptoed through the bulky door of the room and peered across the hallway.

Somehow, I had to get into the bathroom, where the window could be opened in such a way that one should be able to disappear silently over the side roof. However, once again, I hadn’t done the math with the creature on the first floor.

Creak.

My heart sank even lower.

It wasthe damn stairs.

I was at the mercy of this monster if I didn’t hide somewhere now. My eyes darted down the hallway in panic, and I discovered that the door to theroom of deathwas open a crack.

I was about to reach for the door handle. But instead of a giant wolf, my mother appeared on the stairs.

“Oh my God, Mum!”

I rushed to her and threw my arms around her shoulders.

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