The Beast's Possession

**Aife

pov**

This was my life now. Left without answers, so darn close to finding out about a well-kept secret and before that could happen, the caveman decided to lock me inside the bedroom.

Of course, my problems weren't nearly as grand as those of other people, but it didn't mean my problems didn't matter.

Sitting on the bed, I tried to follow everything that had happened, doing my best to think if Zion said or did anything to give out what was happening.

Bane left without any real notice. Zion had been acting so out of character, it was painfully obvious. During the whole day, he had been doing anything to distract me, even hosting a surprise party...

But why was he distracting me? No matter how hard I tried to come up with answers that made any sense, I couldn't figure out why he was so darn hell-bent on doing anything to ensure I was busy.

A part of me assumed that could be connected to Bane and his absence, but what didn't make sense was that I knew he was about to leave. While he didn't offer me any details about his sudden trip, it wasn't like I was completely unaware about everything.

At one point, my head started hurting. I was thinking too hard, focusing on the wrong details, that had to be the answer.

Just as I figured that taking a nap could ease the headache, someone knocked on the door. Great, just when I decided to comply with Zion's stupid idea of locking me in, someone wanted me out.

"Who's there?" I called out, but didn't get an answer. More knocks followed the previous one, but as I kept asking for a name, no one replied.

"I can't open the door, I'm locked in here so if you have anything to tell me, please do so. The knocking is driving me wild," I called and the knocking instantly stopped.

For a brief moment, I thought this odd thing was over. But it wasn't. Whoever stood on the other side of the door checked the handle and hissed. Soon after, I heard a weird sound, which resembled one I had heard in movies when people tried to open locks with pins.

My heart started hammering in my chest as panic surged through me. "Who are you? What do you want?" I shouted, but once again, there wasn't an answer.

The more panicked I grew, the louder the sound became. It echoed against the walls and hit me with such intensity, I had to force my hands on my ears to try to ignore it.

If there was one thing I learned in the past, it was that I had to listen to my gut feeling. And right now, it was bordering on sick and twisted, not just wrong.

Shooting to my feet, I ran to the window, opened it and leaned outside. Zion stood in front of a bunch of women, raising his voice as he seemed to argue. As much as I would love to give him a moment to force his anger on others, I knew I didn't have time for it.

"Zion!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, startling everyone in front of the house.

"I'll come and get you in a few minutes, please be patient," he shouted back.

Just as he was about to turn his back on me and focus on whatever he was doing, I heard the door behind me open and screamed again. "Someone just broke into the room!"

That was enough for him to react. While I knew many regular people would ask more questions, Zion wasn't like that. He ran into the building like a bullet, followed by the pack men.

I couldn't turn around and face whoever decided to break in. My body was paralyzed in fear and although I feared the possibility of this person pushing me out of the window, I kind of hoped that would happen. At least then I wouldn't have to face anyone.

The only thing I could hear was my own breathing and how wildly my heart hammered in my chest. I felt a presence behind me, but oddly enough, I didn't feel like I was in any immediate danger. Whoever broke in didn't get too close to me or speak.

Why would anyone break in just to stand aside and stare at me? The only thing I could imagine as the reason for this forced invasion was to hurt me, but why didn't the person try anything then?

I was too confused to think at this point. It felt as if with every step I took forward, I was forced two steps back as if fate was testing me every time I tried anything.

Gripping the windowsill with all my might, I tried to will myself to spin around and face the invader, but it proved to be easier to think about it than actually doing anything.

"It is true. You exist," the person behind me whispered. The voice was barely audible, but I could tell it was a woman and that fact alone made me feel a little less endangered, so I sucked in a deep breath, let go of the windowsill, straightened my body and spun around to face her.

A surprised gasp left me. In front of me stood an old woman, most likely around eighty, dressed in a long, black dress with a wide hood. I couldn't focus on anything but her piercing green eyes, which seemed to stare straight into my soul. "You exist. You really exist," she kept repeating, confusing me more with every word she muttered.

I tried to take a step forward, if only to check if I wasn't dreaming or seeing things, but as I did, the woman took a step back and the next second, Zion appeared behind her.

The men that followed Zion tried to grab the old lady, but she was too fast. How she could move that fast was beyond me, but watching her, I felt like I was watching someone dancing, not trying to avoid being caught by a bunch of massive guards.

In a blink of an eye, she appeared in front of me, lifted her fist in front of her face, opened it and blew some weird powder in my face.

"Get her! Get the fucking witch before she leaves the house, don't let her close the doors!" Zion roared so loud, the growl that tore out of him shook the windows.

The last thing I saw was the glint in those green orbs and the slight smirk that spread across her lips as the woman mouthed, "sweet dreams."