Charlotte Peters hasn't always been uncomfortable and fearful of men, but after a harsh past, she can't help it! Being kicked out of her house and with no where to go, she walks around at night, trying to avoid every man she goes by and try to find...
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~ Charlotte's P.O.V. ~
A scream escaped from my throat as I used my hands to cover my face. Even if I couldn't see, I could still tell that the enormous wolf was still above me. I can hear its growling and the feeling of its hot breath going onto my face. I will have to admit that it wasn't my best moment, due to not really knowing what to do and being terrified for my life. At this current moment in time, I would very much rather be in the same room as Archer.
"Someone! Please help!" I cry, my voice scratchy and painful.
This is where I was going to die. I had finally gotten away from my father, only to be killed by an abnormally large wolf.
"Noah! Get the fuck off my mate!" A deep voice growled. Archer.
The growl he made was almost animalistic. It was as though that he was the wolf on top of me. It was so loud, that for a split second, I thought that it had shaken the ground. The wolf stopped growling and slowly backed off of me.
I let out a sigh of relief, as I was no longer in immediate danger, but that doesn't mean I'm out of it completely. Archer stood a few feet away from me, glaring at the wolf, making sure that it was leaving. Once it left, Archer looked at me. His eyes held a glare, but the rest of the face held a worried expression. I bit my lip and looked away from him. My body started to shiver, not just because it was cold outside, but also because I was scared. I had failed to run away and I was about to get the repercussions from Archer.
"You tried to run away." He said, his voice was low and dangerous.
I let out a breath, shaking as I did so. I moved back a bit. I had hoped to put a little distance between us, but it wasn't working. He didn't like my movements too much because he did that animal-like growl once more. He started taking more steps towards me and I let out a small cry.
"Why'd you try to run?" He questioned.
I didn't answer, bringing my knees under my chin. I knew that I should've spoken, maybe it could be the thing that could save my life. I guess I'm kind of stupid in that way.
"Answer me!" He demanded.
I had let out a small scream, my vision began to become dark and splochy. Everything started to sound muffled, as if I were underwater. No . . . I was going to pass out. I didn't want to.
Not too long after my thoughts, they had come true. I slowly started to slip into darkness.
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My hands gripped what felt like soft sheets. It confused me because I was outside when I was consumed. I don't remember there being any silk sheets in the middle of the forest. One of the last things I remembered was passing out in the woods because of fear. What was the cause of the fear again?
