Lydia's POV
The strange woman walks towards me. Meanwhile, I can feel my heart racing in my chest. What is this feeling? Is it the culmination of all the bad things I've observed as to how bad werewolves treat humans? It's not as though I'm responsible for the werewolves who have gone missing! Why are they projecting their hatred towards a particular human female like me!?
I look at the stairs, then back at the woman who repeats her words, questioning me, "What are you doing here, I asked."
Her voice inadvertently sends chills down my spine. It is as cold as ice, but how emotionless it sounds is kind of familiar to someone I know...
Is it that everyone sounds like that when they are a specific species? Back to the scenario, the woman stares at me from head to toe and waits for an answer from my startled self. Getting over the initial shock quickly, I answer in stutters.