RESOLVING GUILT; THE ANNOUNCEMENT

MARCUS P.O.V

The fear, the sudden unfolding of the eyes as her eyelashes quiver, her hands kept trembling while she stared at us. I knew what that stare meant, this was the kind of countenance a person makes when confronted by assassins.

“A..re you saying that you are shape-shifters?” she stammered.

“Yes, we are,” I answered. “You don’t have to be afraid, we are not here to hurt you, we are here because we want to ask for your forgiveness,” I said to her.

“No,” she quivered. Her phone was just beside her so she reached out to it at once and she dialed 911.

“I know you are afraid of beings like us, but some of our kind is decent,” I said but she clicked the button anyway.

[Hello, this is 911, what is your emergency] I heard a female voice over the phone and just then we were interrupted by the doorbell.

“Save me,” she whispered. The phone dropped from her hand and she jerked up swiftly making her way to the entrance door. I could tell that she was frightened and in a lot of shock.

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