I changed clothes but stayed in the room, strolled, and placed my head on the door. It is too silent outside. I get up, shaking my hands to ease the nerves. How am I going to start talking to Caleb? The door suddenly swung open. I turn back, looking up at the ceiling. He cleared his throat. “Go out and prepare breakfast,” My jaw drops. Caleb is not going to drag me out. I faced him and nodded, but he just headed back outside the door. I followed him and went straight to the kitchen. As I start cooking, a soothing sweet smell hit my nostrils. Then it followed with a loud thud upstairs. I run upstairs, panicking to check him while creasing my forehead. His room was empty, but the wind coming through the open balcony door while the curtain danced in the air made me gasp. Strange. He is opening the balcony now. I move forward and start walking inside. A loud gasp echoed downstairs as I was about to go to the balcony. Suddenly, my body trembles in fear. “What are you doing here?” I tilte
Caleb stays on my side and lets me hug him for a few hours until I hear he has difficulty breathing. I moved my head and saw his face was so red. I frowned, and my jaw sank. I grab the blanket and cover my chest. “I…” I whisper, but no words follow. My face blushes, and I pull my body to Caleb and give him space. He gets up and stares at me momentarily, then fixes my pillow and grabs my blouse on the floor. He places it on my bed, tapping his hand on the mattress while I nod and lay back. He sighs and walks out the door. Even though he did not say a word, I knew he wanted to ask what had happened to me, but I didn’t know how to answer it. That moment of doubt I felt inside my chest gave me goosebumps, and the fear started to linger in my system again. I never had this fear while staying at the orphanage for eighteen years. Even though the bullies kept making pranks to hurt me, I never had this scary moment. I keep letting them and never fight back. I move to the side and face the w
I stayed on my seat in the grass and did not move an inch. The growling sounds are getting louder, which makes my heart skip a beat. Am I going to die? I tremble in fear and avert my gaze to my legs. I gasped when I spotted the blood dripping. The growl faded, and the surrounding was silent. My throat dries up, and my vision gets blurry until I see a wolf approaching me. I gawked, and my body continued trembling. I rubbed my eyes and blinked. Still, a brownish wolf is moving closer. It is too slow, which keeps my heart pounding fast. “Don’t go near me!” I shout, grabbing the rock beside me. The wolf stopped and shook his head. Does he understand me? “I will hit you!” He gritted his teeth, and I accidentally fell the stone to the ground and hit my wound. I pursed my lips to fight the pain and stop myself from shouting. In my peripheral vision, I saw the wolf jumping at me. Before I moved back, my body was weak, and I could no longer fight the agony until I was engulfed in darkness. —
I lay in bed for the third time and closed my eyes, but I still could not sleep. It is almost midnight, but I am still wide awake. I looked out the window and got curious if Caleb was right. I tiptoe and ensure no noise until I reach the window; my forehead wrinkles as I sway the light green curtain. Caleb had already fixed it outside, and it was locked. I sigh and look around the room. In so much boredom, I check the cabinet. No things anymore as well the sketch pads and other paintings are all gone. He is indeed wise. My guts are telling me that he is hiding something. Another glimpse strikes in my thoughts, and I collapse on the floor. It is painful to see the blood on the ridge. I shook my head, trying to remove the image in my mind, but I could not. Until a loud growl echoed around the mansion, and it followed the splash of broken glasses. I got up, running on the door, but I gawked. The door was also locked outside. Did he lock me in here? My heart is pounding fast as the noise
Caleb’s face leans at my back, which gives shivers down my spine. I should push him away. He saw me with nothing, and it was wrong. He is still a man, and I am a woman. He touched my back as I was about to run at the door.“Is it hurt?” I shake my head. “Where did you get these red spots on your back?” I exhale as I realize he is not into me but concerned about me. I turn around and face him. My eyes narrowed as I eyed his broad shoulders and arms scratches. He cleared his throat, and I averted my gaze to his eyes. “I... I have no idea where did I get it.” I halted, trying to stop myself from asking about the minor cuts on his body, and added, “Did you carry me on the second floor last night?” His face flushed, and he glared at me.“N-No!” He yelled, walking away. He is too obvious; we are the only ones living here. I shut the door and take a cold shower instead. I felt hot after I saw him. No, it can’t be! I keep murmuring to myself as his image keeps popping into my mind. Why could
Caleb and I stared at each other for a few seconds, and my heart skipped a beat. It is getting strange even more the effects he brings to me. I look away first and move backward.I cleared my throat and asked, “What help do you need?”He went to his cabinet and pulled out a medicine kit. “Get the bandage here and wrap my hands. I got wounds on the shattered glass.” He pointed to the scattered glasses on the floor. I followed him silently and checked his wound. My eyes narrowed. I see it clear earlier that the injury was gone, but it shows a cut now. I shook my head and put on the bandage. We fell silent until I finished putting in the gauze. I did not say a word, but I carried the medicine kit and returned it to his cabinet. “Are you alright?” He asked. “I am good,” I answered, walking near the door, then stopped and turned around. “Eat your lunch now.” As he did not answer, I went out and rushed downstairs. I put my hand on my chest, and my heart pounded fast. I ran my finger thro
Caleb’s Point of ViewI don’t understand myself. As weeks passed, I became kind to Eliana and couldn’t hide her effect on me. I thought we would get along, but she asked a nonsense question. She was curious why Charles was not visiting me. My head hit the boiling point again. It is just a simple question, but I got pissed. I stared at the mirror. It was almost four days that I did not go out, but still, Eliana never bothered me and always prepared my meal on time. I shook my head and looked at her outside the window. She always made time to go to the garden. I smiled as I saw her speaking to the flowers, but my eyes caught the black Lycan nearby. He was too close and focused on observing Eliana. I jump on the balcony going to the trees. As I dashed to check the Lycan, it vanished. Suddenly I heard Eliana screaming. I ran into the garden and saw her on the ground. She lowers her gaze and hugs herself. I took the opportunity to chase the black lycan. I bite his neck and shout to Elian
Eliana’s Point of View I lowered my gaze and stared at the blanket. A blurry vision of a man appeared in my thoughts, but I shook my head and pulled myself up. I am no longer dizzy, but I only remember when the man told me I looked like someone. I tilted my head and stared at Caleb. He was still silent and staring blankly at me, but still standing firm with a wrinkled on his forehead. “I..” I deepened my sigh and cleared my throat, “I can’t remember anything,” I lied to him. He nodded and walked out of the room. I frown and turn around. Did something happen before I woke up? I look around his room. It is darker and gloomy, the same as his mood. I sigh and walk near the window, and open the gray curtain. As I looked down, I gasped. It was the same spot in the garden where I felt the pain—my head spinning while my legs were like noodles and my shoulders slumpy. Is it poison? But how? I did not even eat anything in the garden. That is as far as I remember. As I kept thinking about wha