Those big black eyes brighten at me behind all that silver fur, and the familiar flutter in my stomach confirms everything.
"Elijah." I gasp, my head spinning. The silver wolf doubles into two in my brown eyes, and the ground shifts underneath me. My head lowells in the soft grass, the bright fireworks going in and out of focus above my head.
Werewolves... Werewolves are real... Elijah is a werewolf. Giant four pawed animals the size of a Mini Cooper is as real as me.
"Daisy!" A frigid hand as cold as ice water fists a handful of my shirt, and pulls me out from under the werewolf to my feet. I trip over mine, and Death's feet as I tumble into her. Elijah's silver fur stands on end like a frightened cat, and his jagged fangs are bare and ready to bite into anything.
No... No, that's impossible, but can he see Death?
"W-w-werewolf." I stutter. I don't react, I don't feel, Death gazes into my face and I don't.... I just don't. Nothing and no one can take me off guard, break me, make me feel.
But in this moment, no matter how hard I fight to keep my face blank, my face gives away every ounce of fear my body is shaking with. I feel so over my head, I can barely tell what's up from down, and I hate it.
"Are you okay, Daisy? Did it bite you? Are you scratched anywhere? Did you hit your head?!" Death's voice shakes with a note of panic that makes every hair on my body stand on end, and makes every animal in the yard including Elijah sound off. Birds tweet madly, dozens of crickets creak, every neighborhood dog barks, but worst of all Elijah deafeningly roars. Without tearing my bulging green eyes off of Elijah, I manage a weak shake of my red head.
"You have to get inside!" She exclaims, dragging me towards the house. Elijah growls, hunching to get ready to attack.
"Death," I start, "it's Elijah." I choke out, still staring down the silver wolf. For the time in all my years of knowing her, Death's pretty face collapses into a shock. Death, reaper of the human soul, the force of time and life, all knowing Death shocked.
"Your Elijah?" She asks, as if she can't grasp it. My confirming nod almost brings color to her pale face. "Of course the girl who can see dead people love interest is a freaking werewolf." Death grumbles, the shock melting away like the ice age.
"Elijah..." My tongue can't form any other word except his name. "Are you okay? D-does this hurt?" I finally manage, not knowing what to do with my hands. What do we do? Morphing into a werewolf must hurt. Is he in agonizing pain? Do I have to shoot him with sliver bullets?!
"Daisy, he can't talk, he's a wolf." Death groans, eyeing the distance between us and the back door. Just as I go to pet him, an ear piercing howl rips through the air.
"Daisy, inside now!" Death yanks me towards the door with strength unknown to mankind.
"But Elijah..." I don't get to finish, a dark wolf covered in dried blood rips out of the trees, and as fast a bullet speeds towards us.
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