Chapter 4

• I stood before the mirror admiring my reflection which was my favorite thing to do but not enough to make me a narcissist. I smiled taking in my appearance, satisfied with what the maids had done and I knew my thank yous weren't enough.
• My blonde hair was done in a lace braided bun with my emerald studded crown sitting atop it. My face was made up accentuating my features and my rosy lips were rogued making the lips a deeper shade of red.
• I had on a red gown with a heart-shaped neck, corseted bodice which was tight enough to snatch my waist but loosened enough for me to breathe, and then it was completed with an elegant flare at the hips. I did a mini twirl in front of the mirror and moved next to my pair of white heels to put them on when I heard shuffling from my bathroom.
• Can you hear that? I asked my wolf Cora moving to the bathroom immediately and she replied in the affirmative, I turned the knob and opened the door and then I jumped in with my extracted claws ready to attack but there was no one in there and everything looked the same, smelt the same.
• I looked around the big bathroom and turned to leave when my eyes caught inscriptions on the bathroom mirror, fear coursed through me and I began to tremble as I let out a piercing screech.
• Immediately I screamed I could hear the thudding of feet and I could smell my parents. Ideally, I was supposed to open the bathroom door and let them in but the other part of me that felt a thrill and was excited about the present situation jumped towards the door, jammed it, and rested my back on it.
• Do not do anything stupid, Amara! Cora groaned and at the same time, my subconscious pricked me. My head wanted me to spill what just happened but my heart wanted to remain in here with the door shut and my rush of excitement filled to the brim, Open that door, Amara! Cora screamed at me this time but I blocked her off. There was something about fear that got me, something about the rushing adrenaline and the need to be alert that excited me to no end and this was the perfect situation.
• "Is everything okay in there?!" My parents asked at the same time banging on the door, "Are you okay Amara?"
• "Yes, I am." I answered them with a light laugh, "I just saw a cockroach and it freaked me out."
• "I chose not to believe that you saw a cockroach, open the door!"
• "I am telling the truth!" I felt really bad for lying to them, "I will be downstairs soon." After standing my ground for a while and demanding that I needed privacy, they all left to leave me alone in the bathroom.
• I sighed and looked at the mirror again, the words boldly written with blood, I didn't want to know whose blood that was and some of it was dripping to the cabinet top.
• I am watching you!
• I gulped reading the words again and I knew I could run out and tell them what had happened but then I decided against it and cleaned the mirror, maybe it was a prank! I told myself as I dropped the rag in the trash can and walked out of the bathroom. It must be a silly prank pulled by rose and my other friends.
• I took in deep breaths as I walked to the dresser in my room with fear absorbing my being. I was about to put on my shoes when I saw another note on the dresser top. I picked it up and read its contents.
• Scream all you want and yell! Act smart too but nothing will save you from me.
• Just then the door opened and I shoved the piece of paper aside. It was my mother, "Are you unwell Amara?" She asked as I turned to her, "You look flushed." My breathing was also hard with my heaving chest.
• "It's nothing mother." I smiled at her and bent over to wear my shoes, "Let's go downstairs, the guests are probably waiting." I wanted to get out of the room as soon as possible.
• "You are hiding something from us." She sighed and I gazed at her with a look of pretending unbelief, "Amara you cannot hide things from your loved ones, you saw how I endangered our lives in the past cause of secrecy, not speaking up, and not opening up to my mate."
• "It's nothing." I said to her, "I promise not to keep secrets." I smiled taking her hand in mine, "Let's go downstairs." She took mine without argument and we began to leave the room but my eyes never missed the shadow looming over my room balcony. I turned around in shock trying to catch who it was and then it disappeared.
• "What is that?" My mother asked noticing how hard I was breathing again and she didn't miss my fleeting eyes looking all over the place, "Amara." She groaned and let go of me. I couldn't stop her as she walked over to the balcony to check only to find it empty.
• "You see nothing is there." I shrugged as she came back with disappointment written all over her. We held hands again and began to walk out of the room. I cast one last gaze back at the balcony and it was there again, the shadow prominent as ever.
• I gulped, I should scream and tell them. This wasn't a damn prank, it was real, someone is after my life and I did the opposite of what I should do. I kept mute knowing fully well that if I did my life will be endangered. And I did keep mute, I had just created my doom."