Haunted By Him

Chapter 4: Charlotte POV

I sigh softly staring out the car window Cameron had forced me into the car outside my apartment on campus before dragging me back here. It had been nearly 5 years since I left, after waking up in the hospital my father told me everything. How he use to be a werewolf hunter and all the stories I heard growing up were actually in fact truth. The supernatural were real and that was what attacked me. Not a normal wolf but a werewolf which left the question who saved me yet left me there to bleed out? Ever since my attack father came out of retirement and was set on finding this rouge he called it. My throat wobbles as I see the tree line where the accident happened. I should’ve died there, everyone reminded me how much of a miracle it was I was still breathing.

Cameron reluctantly drives to the small house father had started a short term lease for me. I practically jump out of the car the moment the wheels stop moving. “Go back to daddy dearest and tell him you did what he asked.” I grumble before finding the hideaway key in the rocks. Once within the safety of the house I lock the door before leaning on it.

I know this place should make me feel better but it felt like I was put on display for this rogue that’s is killing people and for the hunters to watch my every breath. I glance at the time sighing as it’s nearly 3 am, I notice father had the entire place furnished to his liking I wouldn’t doubt the closet has his idea of a wardrobe. I slip shoes off before making my way down the hallway noting a bathroom, guest room, and the main bedroom.

I’m running through the woods heart pounding, sweat dripping down my back mixing with blood. ‘Sweetheart,You smell so sweet.’ The repulsive gruff voice echoes off the trees. I don’t know why but it instills utter fear. I scream stumbling as there is a silhouette emerges from the trees infront of me. His eyes are a deep glowing amber color. ‘There you are.’ His smirks before I can see the darkening corners of his smile turn as red as crimson before he pounces.

My screams vibrate off the walls as I lurch forward in bed sweating profusely but feeling a deep chill. My hand shakes as I felt my fingers graze the top of the scars that stretch onto my neck. Knowing sleep would be impossible now I wonder into the living room hoping to find the thermostat. I wrap a throw blanket around my shoulder peddling into the kitchen grabbing a water before noticing the back porch swing. Dawn was starting to break the tree line so I take a chance and sit on the swing. My shoulders subconsciously relax a little feeling the breeze of fresh air bringing the scent of just pure clean to my nostrils. I close my eyes just enjoying this moment after that nightmare had me rattled to the core. My eyes snap open as I hear movement within the tree line. My stomach drops seeing a pair of blue grey eyes watching me.

I watch as it tilts its head watching me, it was the wolf from the accident. It had gotten larger over the years if that was even possible. It huffs before taking off, as it does the breath returns to my lungs.

My legs response is delayed before I hurl myself inside. “It didn’t kill me... it could’ve...” I murmur hands trembling against door. Not feeling comfortable enough to go back outside I force myself to lay back down until sleep finally descends my eye lids.

This time I dream of nothing until I hear Cameron let himself into the house. Someone made copies of the keys, just great. I groan softly slipping a cardigan on as I waltz out grumpily to his over the top morning personality. “What do you want?” I grumble crossing my arms watching him. I sigh seeing he at least brought coffee, snagging the cup from me I wait for him to answer my question.

“Another girls body was found but this time in an alley way instead of the edge of the tree lines around town.” He says nonchalantly shrugging as if someone hadn’t been murdered. The warm liquid chokes in my throat as he talks. Another young dead more than likely tortured before murdered.

The cup slips from my fingers as he throws the vile photos in front of me. My auditable gasp is the only sound to be heard.