I never believed in Werewolves but, now I was starting to. The Nightmares have gotten worse, and I fear that I might be one of them. And every morning after, I wake up bloody and naked.
Today another man was killed, and I remember the attack. I could still hear the man’s cries for help while something viciously attacked him, and worse, I could still feel his blood on my hands.
“Evette?”
I get sucked out of my vision of the man and return to reality at the sound of Darleen’s voice, “Hm?”
She crosses her arms, “You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”
I shyly rub my neck, “My bad, sorry. I guess I spaced out.”
“Yeah, you’ve been doing that a lot lately,” Concern furrows her brows, “Maybe you should take a day off,” her hand gently lays upon my shoulder.
I wave my hand dismissively, “No, no. Working is better for me; if not, I get too caught up in my head, you know me.”
Darleen gives me a meek smile, “Alright, if you say so. Now, back to what I was saying,” She leads me towards where the body was found, and a wave of nausea hits me from the smell.
“A couple of girls who were walking found the body of the man right over here, “ she pointed to the edge of Hollin’s lake.
I remembered the man's face and how horrified he looked in my nightmare. I go along with her, “ Another animal mauling, that’s the fourth one. Pretty sure we have a serial killer on our hands-Oh!” I bump into Darleen, who halts.
She turns around, with her arms crossed, “I didn’t tell you that it was an animal mauling yet? How did you know?” She looks me over with a suspicious gaze.
I nervously chuckle, “Was I right?”
Darleen tilts her head, “Huh, now I know why they call you a hunter, your right on the trail.”
I freaking hated that nickname; I pressed my lips together, “Not fond of that nickname. I’m just good at my job. The men get mad because I usually assume right.”
Darleen nods, then turns back around to show me more of the scene, and as she explains, my mind remembers everything vividly. I remember biting him multiple times and it made my stomach turn.
As we clear the scene, Darleen follows me back to my car, “Oh! Wait, there’s a new guy who started not too long ago. I don’t think you met him yet,” Darleen waves over at someone, “Hey, Parker, come here!”
A Man with natural red hair comes jogging up with a camera around his neck, “What’s up?” He asks, “This is Evette, my right-wing woman, “ she chuckles at her little joke.
Parker looks at me, then shakes my hand, and as he touches my hand, his eyes widen, and his grip starts to tighten; I pull my hand away, “Okay….”
He shakes his head then smiles, “I’m sorry, sometimes I don’t know my strength,” he chuckles, lightening the mood. I double-blink, “What exactly do you do here, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Parker slightly picks up his camera, “I’m the new Forensic Photographer, and you are?”
“I’m the Crime Scene Investigator,” Parker seemed like a newbie who hadn’t seen many deaths yet, or maybe he was just creepily happy? But, it would describe the smile he gave me as if Parker forced it…
Darleen goes on the defense, “If you don’t like women in charge, you can just say it, shorty.”
Parker shakes his head, “No! It's not that, I just didn’t expect you to look like this…” his cheeks start to blush.
My eyes widen, “-And that’s my cue to leave.” I start to get into my car, but Darleen grabs me by the arm, “Hold on a minute, missy,” she then gets in my passager seat.
I give her a confused look as I sit in the driver's seat, “You need a ride?”
“No, I just wanted to tell you something in private. The Captain’s wanting to give you a week off-”
“What?! Why?”
“I guess he thinks you need rest, you have been coming into work late, and well, you haven’t been acting yourself lately….”
Fuck, this is when I hated being around other investigators, they see more than you want them to. I sigh, “Can’t you vouch for me? I mean, I’m here working now. You can tell him I’m back to my old giddy self.”
“But your not,” Concern flares in Darleen’s eyes again, “Look, I’m here if you wanna talk, okay?”
I press my lips together and fake a smile, “I’ll let you know if I need to talk.”
“Good.” She says with a smile, then gets out of the car. I watch her as she walks away, feeling the heavyweight of guilty in my stomach. My hands grip the steering wheel, knowing I could never tell them. They would instantly cuff me and suspect me of killing all of these people. But what was strange is that I only woke up after the nightmares, bloody and naked in my bedroom.
If that wasn’t a red flag, I don’t know what was, and I realize they were seeing me come undone. But everyone was right; I didn’t feel like myself; something strange was happening to me, and I couldn’t explain it.
Suddenly a knock comes at my window; I flinch, then see that it’s only Parker; I roll down my window, “Yes?” I answer, remembering to be friendly to the newbie.
“Hi, I’m sorry my niece is doing girl scout cookies, and I was wondering If I could mail you a flyer to fill out to buy some? She wants to go to Six Flags,” the way Patrick talked about his family makes me feel a sense of comfort, “Sure, um, why don’t you send them to this address? My parents might be interested?” So I gave him the address.
“Really? Wow! Thank you! She’s going to be so happy!” Parker says, then rushes away; I watch him go to everyone requesting they buy cookies for his niece. A sorrowful smile spread across my lips.
How could I explain to the people I love and care about that I think I might be a Werewolf?
Because my Captian said so, I took a week off to ease their worry, but that doesn’t stop the nightmares and the news; it only makes me sick now. The killings were getting worse, happening more frequently, same as my nightmares. I needed to feel safe, to feel grounded. So, I finally decided to call my parents; if anyone made me feel safe and comfortable, it was them. Their phone goes to voicemail, which is unlike them. They were the type to have their phone on loud, like blaring loud so they could hear every call, even in other rooms. “That’s fine; I’ll just surprise them!” I start to pack some things, knowing they will probably want me to stay the night with them because of how I'm feeling. I put on a dark hoodie and leggings and make my way to my car. The night
My body starts to ache from the shift. I never thought I would be able to hear my bones crack, but that sound was repeatedly playing in my mind.“Does it hurt for you?” I ask, rubbing my arms and legs.“No, it gets easier the more you do it,” He slightly glances at me as he drives.It wasn’t just my body that was taking a toll on me; it was my mind as well. I never imagined something like this happening to someone like me—a woman who lived everyday life with good parents and friends. I even loved what I did for a living, which was hard to come by for most people.“What am I supposed to do now?” I ask myself, but Thane replies, “You can’t go back, at least n
As the blare of the horn echoes through the forest, men begin to come out of the house, towards the woods.The females though seemed to stay inside."Thane, what's a Rogue?"His voice holds a hint of sorrow, "They are werewolves who have been banned, they don't play by the rules of the pack, or they get kicked out for harming someone in the pack."These dynamics were starting to make my head hurt. It also made me wonder if my parents knew I was a werewolf and never told me. I had so many questions."Come on," Thane leads me into the Mansion, where I see many more people, especially kids. They ran around like they had nothing to fear when it felt like the ap
“She fell through a hunter's trap? They're not even supposed to be here!” Rosie’s voice was full of panic. “I know, I’ll do something about it; just let me take care of her,” Thane’s voice makes me open my eyes to a room with baby blue walls and a bright ass light. “Ouch, that hurts; turn it off,” I moan, putting my hand in front of my eyes. “Evette,” Thane’s voice was full of relief; he sat on the edge of my bed, “How does your ankle feel? You fell pretty hard.” I look to my ankle under the sheet; as I pull it back, I notice a terrible bruise on my ankle, and when I try to move it, it shoots pain up my leg, “Oh no, nope. I’m not moving.” Thane gi
~Atticus~ "Why did you not kill him! He was right there!" Harvey decided to get too close to me, and I could smell the stench of his breath. "Back off, you reek," It had taken my whole begin not to take Evette with me. However, part of me felt that I deserved it, but I wouldn't let that show with these guys. "Whatever, you missed a chance to kill your bother, and that's a shame. You will never get to see her, you know? Thane is a hard ass. He probably has her locked up in a tower," he chuckles. I leer at him, "You just love rubbing salt in the wound, don't you?" He shrugs, "
"There it is, the last Redwood tree," I say to myself, but beyond here, the forest seemed to get darker. I brave through the last bit of light and slip into the gloomy-looking forest.I didn't even know where to find them, let alone if I was going the right way. Maybe my instincts would tell me? Ugh. Being a Werewolf was confusing as fuck.I had no idea how far I had gone, but suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck stood up; I froze.Someone was watching me.I try to calm myself and keep moving, but the snap of a branch makes me burst into a sprint. I race through the trees; I glance over my shoulder and see a brown wolf, probably one of the rogues.
I remembered little things that felt off when I was a child. But my parents just blew it off as a phase I'd grow out of, and eventually, I did. Although, I always felt like something was missing. Maybe that's why I turned to the career of investigating crimes. I couldn't solve my puzzle, but I could solve others, and it was somewhat of a distraction. "Yet, another thing Thane has failed to tell me." "Get used to that," Atticus says, leaning against a tree, "He's not one to bear all the little details." I leer at Atticus, "And you do?" "I prefer to keep it brutally honest," Atticus says. I had dealt with many people, but Atticus seemed to have a wa
I try my best to stay clear of Thane as I rush back to my room to change out of Atticus' shirt, which I was sure as hell, Thane would be able to smell on me.A shower would be best to get most of his scent off of me. So when I get to my room, I close the door and quickly get into the shower. The last thing I wanted was to be questioned about where I was and what I was doing. I was a grown woman, I'm pretty sure I could do what I wanted, but Thane almost made me feel like I couldn't.It was annoying me.The hot steamy shower was just what I needed, I take a relieved sigh as I get out of the bathroom, but as I enter my room, I halt and almost drop my towel.Thane was sitting on my bed with Atticus' shirt in his clenched fist.Crap. I should have burned it; I cleared my throat, "Thane?""Why the hell are you lying to me?" Thane's voice was heavy with anger. I swallowed but gathered my courage."I went for a walk-""To see At