Chapter 22. Pointed Fangs and Bruised Victims

Elena’s POV

“I can do this so breathe!”

“It should be easy, just answer the god damn questions, right?”

“Wait! What if my brain freezes like a volcano ash that has dried out or better still, being expelled from a volcano during a volcano eruption and things go south?

There was only one word that could perfectly describe my predicament and that was paranoia. I tried to say positive words till they became a mantra but my mind is beginning to ridicule the capacity of my brain to keep calm during tension and my ability to think fast. If anyone could read my mind right now they would have pegged me for a crazy person who escaped an asylum. Not like I would blame them either because somewhere in the back of my now estranged rational brain, I knew I was freaking out and my pounding heart didn’t help matters. I felt helpless as a poor church rat trying to escape the nefarious evil claws of my predator — the street cat. Only that in this dilemma which is a reality, Ca