The Beast of Fox Hill

Twenty Six

Days passed and I kept myself secluded. I was not ready to face the reality of what Cassander or the rest of the men were, nor the fact that I was somehow spiritually tied to Cassander. I was not ready to accept the strange fate that expressed to me less than a week ago.

I knew Cassander and his pack were keeping an eye out for me. I knew they were around every tree and shadow, but I was not ready to face them. I needed my time to think and regroup my thoughts.

I turned to my writing to help me cope with everything. For days, I cooped myself up in my office and just wrote. One good thing that came out of the recent events was sudden inspiration I had for my books.

Eventually, I found myself ready to come out of my house for the first time in days. I wanted to stretch my legs and go out for a bit. Part of me wanted Cassander or one of his friends to show up, but the other part dreaded seeing them. In a way, seeing them and accepting them into my life was like accepting everything else and I was not prepared for that yet.

I sighed and finally pulled myself away from my desk and writing, standing and stretching my limbs. I walked out of the office and to the kitchen. I was aware I was getting low on groceries and I wanted to take advantage of that to get out of the house but not encounter the werewolves of Fox Hill.

I grabbed my leather jacket off of one of the kitchen chairs I had carelessly tossed it over last time I wore it and my wallet off the table. I pulled the warm jacket on and slipped on my boots. Grabbing my keys off of the hanger next to the door, I stopped to think if I was forgetting anything.

I opened the door and stepped out to be greeted by a gust of icy wind. I pulled the door shut behind me before I quickly walked to my car to avoid the cold breeze.

I turned the car on, letting it warm up for a moment before I took off. The drive was short, as I only went to the close market I normally use my four wheeler to get to.

As soon as I stepped foot into the market, I was greeted by the normal bright smile of Mrs. Penny.

"Hi honey! How have you been?" She asks as I make my way over to her.

"I've been okay. Just cooped up and writing is all," I say with a smile in response to hers.

"I was hoping you came here. I had a gentleman come here two hours ago asking if you had been down here recently," she says. I furrow my eye brows, wondering who was looking for me.

"Oh? What did he look like?" I ask curiously.

"He was tall with styled blonde hair. Looked pretty muscular too. His eyes were black I think," she says as she recalls the man.

I did not expect her to describe the man as she did because I did not know anyone who matched her description. Perhaps it was one of Cassander's pack members or something he sent to check on me.

"Well if I see him again I'll tell him you came by," she says with a smile again.

"Alright. Thank you," I say before I wander off to do my shopping.

I finished fairly quickly and made my way to my car. I was putting the bags into my car when I felt my gut sink at the feeling of being watched. I had felt the similar feeling when one of the wolves were around, but the thought of the man looking for me not being a good guy caused an anxiety to grow in my chest.

I quickly finished putting the things in my trunk before I slammed it shut. As I returned the cart and sprinted back to my car I could not shake the feeling of eyes on me. I did not waste any time leaving the parking lot and driving away from the strange feeling.

The worst part was the fact that driving away did not help the strange feeling. In fact, even when I got home I felt the eyes on me. It was less than comfortable and I made sure to lock my door as soon as I was safely inside.