Wolf of Stone novel Chapter 9

I scowled in annoyance, "why the hell can't I leave this place you bastards?"

A slight pain sliced through my hand where the crystal was grasped. I yelped and almost dropped the crystal, rolling my eyes once I realized what happened.

"I didn't mean it." I muttered.

I placed the crystal back into my bag and zipped it back up, placing it on the floor and throwing the pile of clothing over it to cover it up.

I guessed I was staying for a little while longer. I just hoped those damned guardians were right.

I stood up and planned to go and unpack my stuff but found myself tensing up in dread as I sensed something predatory slip pass my barrier.

An image of the wolf from the forest flashed across my eyes and I felt my face dropping in horror.

How the heck did it get pass my barrier!? 

"Liza!"

With my heart stuck in my throat, I quickly left my bedroom and headed straight towards Liza's room.

She didn't answer, which was justified considering the fight we just had but that was the least of my concerns at this point.

I quickly opened her bedroom door and strayed my eyes across her baby blue walls before my eyes locked onto her, lying on her bed with a cup of yogurt in her hands.

She glanced across at me but remained silent, turning her attention back to her Kindle as she watched what I assumed was Netflix.

"Liza," I repeated her name, the words coming out rushed and frantic.

She probably recognized that something was wrong because she sighed and turned off her Kindle, turning her inquisitive eyes at me.

I paused for a brief second, gathering my bearings and trying to hide the panic that showed on my face. There was no need to alert her about anything. I myself wasn't sure what the hell was going on.

I threw her a cautious smile, "I'm gonna use the car and go get a few things from Ms. Aker's store. I'll be back in a few, stay here."

Liza raised an eyebrow, "Not that I was going anywhere in the first place," the double meaning behind her words was hard to miss, "but are you going dressed like that? You probably reek of sweat and you're dirty as hell."

I glanced down at the hiking gear I was still dressed in. Taking note of the dirt patches that stained my white fitted shirt and the soaked areas that were most definitely from my sweat. I grimaced.

Why the hell did it follow us all the way here?

When I reached our front door, I paused briefly and considered my options. Observe, attack or call the cops? Why was I so afraid of an animal anyway? It may have been a statue before, but I've seen stranger things, haven't I?

My head throbbed dully, signalling the incoming headache due to stress. It's really been a long day.

I took in a deep breath and tried to calm my frenzied nerves, opening the door and stepping out onto my patio.

I froze as my gaze instantaneously met the predatory gaze of the wolf. Dark brown orbs clashing against light brown ones, one pair filled with curiosity and fascination whereas the other filled with anxiety and fear. Wasn't hard to guess which emotions were mine.

He just sat there on his hind legs, staring at me with a deep gaze, searching... for what? I had no idea. His dark brown fur rustled in the wind; a few patches of blood could easily be seen but it didn't look like he was the one injured. That alone heightened my guard against him.

"Why did you follow us?" I asked tentatively, unsure. I glanced at our neighbour's house, wondering where the hell were they when you needed witnesses.

The wolf tilted his head to the side but remained silent, his eyes transfixed on mine.

A shiver went down my spine and I wrapped my arms around myself, taking a small step forward.