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Teagen's P.O.V.

"What would've happened if I'd never appeared in this world?" I wondered, watching the large dog who was watching me. It was the older woman's dog because the younger girl had three snarling dogs with her, while the older woman had only one hound.

It reminded me of "Cujo."

Stephen King's book had excited me and I'd enjoyed reading about the details of an enraged German Shepard with rabies trying to kill everyone. I'd never actually realized what it'd be like to experience the real thing. Needless to say, I sat very still, staring back into the wolf's eyes, its soulless, black eyes.

The two women were watching me and eating something that smelled like cooked meat. The younger girl fed her three mutts some of the meat, and judging from how close the large wolf was to me, I'm guessing that the older lady had already fed it.

"Scared?" The oldest asked, a smirk making its way onto her tattooed face. Wordlessly glancing at the lady, I nodded my head slightly, making sure to avert my sight back to the wolf. No need to lose sight of Cujo.

I could've sworn the wolf smiled.

"Why?" She asked, rising from the log she'd been sitting on, "Is it because of the teeth? The size? Trust me, I can smell your fear, but I would love to know what's causing it."

She approached me slowly, as a cobra sizing up its opponent, but I wasn't going anywhere. Not with these ropes binding my arms and legs. No chakra restraints, just regular ropes.

The wolf wasn't bothered in the slightest and stared back at me, watchi-

No.

Observing me. It smelled the sweat clinging to my forehead from the hot night in the Land of Fire, heard me take in deep breaths as I tried to calm my nerves, and felt my fear with its creepy wolf instinct.

The lady stopped walking and squatted in front of me, right next to her wolf, to her Cujo. Her face was illuminated by the half-moon in the night sky, highlighting the red tattoos running down her face. Her scraggly, wild, brown hair was a large crown upon her head, sticking out every which way.

"What're you afraid of, A-class?" She questioned with a sly smile, revealing white fangs slightly similar to her wolf's. Her face was close to mine, too close for comfort, but I wasn't going to reveal that.

"That wolf," I finally answered, taking a short breath and trying to reassure myself that everything was going to be okay. The woman let out a bark of laughter, showing me she wasn't going to take this seriously.

"An A-classed criminal afraid of Kuromaru? Why, I know he's dangerous, but really?" She asked, a feral grin plastered on her sharp face. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her intimidation attempt. Was this an Alpha and Omega moment? What even was that?

"One scratch from a rapid bat," I stated calmly, tilting my head away from her's, "and that wolf's as good as dead."

Slowly, the woman's grin disappeared, but before she snapped at me, a branch snapped. Both women's heads whipped to the area where the sound was, as did their wolves. The younger lady, Hana I think, stood up and pointed a kunai towards the darkness that the small bonfire couldn't reach.

Taking a deep breath in, I watched as the older women turned away from me and towards the darkness as well, sniffing for something. With a snap of her fingers, her large wolf barred its teeth and let out a growl, approaching the dark trees with caution.

Hearing a soft outtake of breath right next to my ear, I snapped my head around, searching for someone. The empty space of blackness was the only thing behind me, but I knew it wasn't the slight of the wind. It had been so quiet, that the wolf girls hadn't heard it.

"If this is you-"

"How could it be me?" I interrupted, quite upset that someone would assume that, "My hands are tied, rememb-"

Tick

Tock

My brown eyes widened as a faint memory of where that sound was from came to mind. The wolves started whining and shaking their heads, as if bugs were trying to crawl through their ears. Their owners weren't doing much better, with trying to plug their ears from a sound I couldn't hear.

There was no words to the rhyme, but there wasn't any need to. That tick... That tock... It was from the commercial for "The Woman in Black." Back then, I was obsessed over scary movies, and I couldn't stop watching the trailer for it. But this wasn't my head. This wasn't a dream.

From the shadows stepped a girl with orange hair and red eyes. She wore a black shirt and black pants, well fitting for someone who needed to slip into the night. Her hands were clasped out in front of her throat and her mouth was open, but instead of words, that's where the sounds were coming from.

"During afternoon tea, there's a shift in the air." Both Hana and the other woman turned to the sound, hands still clasping their ears, and confusion flickering across their faces for a few seconds. Why?

Well, the girl was speaking English.

"How?" I muttered, awestruck at hearing my original language.

"Kekkei-genkai," someone whispered, heat tickling my ear. A swift chop to the head and I was out.