Mind Games

"I'll not be mocked in front of filth", Jacob's uncle let out a growl, his eyes pinning me to where I was.

Move, stupid.

I charged my legs to move. He was going to kill

me in one swipe and no one would bat an eye until after I was dead.

Move out of the way.

There was death written over his eyes. I gleaned it as the ground under my feet still quaked from the bridled power radiating from him.

My eyes, wide and frantic, moved about in my sockets( the only movable thing in my body at this point) searching for what I didn't know.

Claude had leaned forward on his seat, his elbows to his knees as he watched the scene unfold.

I found Sydney already taking on a protective stance in front of me and my heart caved.

She was willing to go against him for me. The only authority figure she had ever known.

It was sweet to behold.

Would have been more enjoyable if there wasn't a person charging towards me.

Then Jacob had to go and make it worse.

"I dare you to move àvunculi", Jacob sneered, his vo