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Amelia first stilled a leg in the air as if to jump and her hands trembled violently as she held onto the vase. Adrenaline pumping in her veins, her senses kicked back in and she quickly returned the vase to its spot and rolled over to a tall table, hiding beneath it just as the werewolf unfurled itself from the ground and whined. Amelia watched as its yellow eyes glowed in the dark and it canines were jutting down from his jaw as he yawned. He turned to leave and then paused. He stood on hind legs and began sniffing the air. ‘Holy shit.’ Amelia thought. His nose kept twitching and the sniffing sounds continued to emit from him, then he shrugged and pawed out through the backdoor into the night, his tail swishing behind him. Amelia collapsed against the wall in relief and her grip relaxed on her silver sword. She knew her chances of surviving were next to zero had the wolf caught her. She crawled out from beneath the table in a crouch and her eyes scanned the hallway again,
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