An offer

“Werewolf!”

Charlotte looked at him in surprise. “Werewolf?”

He looked away. “It’s nothing!” he said quickly, avoiding her gaze.

“Rebecca!” Charlotte called as she walked around, checking the restroom and every corner. The worry in her voice was palpable.

“Tell me more about your sister. Perhaps I can help you find her. Do you have any information or pictures?”

Charlotte took a deep breath. “I think I have a picture of her,” she replied, bringing out her phone and scrolling to find the photo. “Here you go!”

He took the phone and looked at the picture keenly, but his thoughts were interrupted when Charlotte asked, “Have you seen her before?”

He cleared his throat and looked away. “No, I haven’t.”

“Oh God, what do I do then?” she said, concern evident in her eyes. “Please, can you help me find her?” she pleaded.

“No! I don’t think that’s a good idea. I think you should leave!” Nathan said in his deep, husky, commanding voice.

“No! I can’t. You can leave if you want, b