Evelyn's POV
"Lousy... Mother... f*cker!"
"This is a joke, right?" I questioned in strained disbelief as Charles kept trying to yank the door open, "We're not actually stuck in your cellar..."
"Well, unless you've got a power-drill hidden down your turtle neck then yeah; I'd say we were pretty stuck," He muttered in reply, giving one last tug before cursing loudly and stepping away. I stared incredulously as I watched him visibly begin to stress out, running a hand through his shaggy curly hair whilst continuing to mutter curses beneath his breath. I subconsciously began rubbing my arms in an attempt to combat the chill in the windowless room, all heat draining from my body only to rise to my face in a building sense of panic.
I'm locked in the basement with a flipping werewolf.
"Why
