Werewolves- A Romance Retell of Little Red Riding Hood.

Chapter 7: A new place to stay

"Turner," my mom said in a frightening tone at his appearance.

Turner was painted with blood.

"Morning Ms. Gwen," Turner said in a low voice as he grabbed my hand and began to pull me from the house.

"No, Turner," I wanted him to stop.

"Turner," my mom chased after him and stopped him.

His head turned to my mom steadily, disturbingly, not wanting to be bothered.

He gave me an uncomfortable feeling in my gut instantly.

I leered at Turner as he silently looked at my mom for why she had stopped him, his hand never left me as he did. Turner was starting to scare me, he looked possessed.

"Turner, I know you're anxious to take her home, but you can't take her home without her belongings," my mom tried to have a conversation with him, seeing he was not in a talkative nor a friendly mood. He only needed what he came for and that was me.

His hand finally left mine.

I soothed my wrist releasing the ache from his grasp.

"Let her pack now, I'll be waiting on her," his weary voice commanded.

My mom nodded and took me by the hand leading me inside. As we did, I glanced behind me, Turner was following us. He waited in the living room by the fireplace.

My mom closed my bedroom door as I got in. She quickly started packing my clothes. I watched her as I fought back my tears. Within her eyes, I could see she hated Turner's behavior but there was nothing she can do about it. Once I found the partner I was going to spend my entire life with, she had to let me go.

"Here honey, please take care of yourself and visit me as often as you can," my mom told me as she gave me my bag of clothes.

"I will," I retorted

I couldn't hold back my tears anymore.

We hugged crying.

My bedroom burst open and Turner took my bag and pulled me away from my mom.

"You heartless monster," my mom cursed him as she followed us.

"You were only nice to me just because you wanted my daughter and now you've gotten her, you've started to treat me so disrespectfully. I am your elder!" my mom yelled.

Turner said nothing, he just remained to carry me away from my house. As he did I looked behind me. My mom looked so heartbroken as she saw me go away.

"I'll come to visit you mom, I promise," I told her.

She nodded.

As Turner took me within a crowd I wiped away my tears.

"You don't have to keep holding my hand," I told him angrily.

His hand tightened around me.

As we made our way through the crowd and to his home. I could feel everyone's eyes on us. I find myself leaning closer to his side, hating all the strange attention I was getting from everyone. As my side touches his, I glimpse at him and there I see a smirk on his face. I hated his proud smile.

"There he is, Bazaar's new and most powerful hunter," I heard whispers from each side of the crowd.

I listened closely to what they were saying.

"I heard he killed 10 werewolves last night with his bare hands," I heard another whisper within the crowd.

I looked at Turner discovering all the whispers were about him, that's why his body is covered and sticky with blood.