I woke up this morning with her not in the bed. I was confused as hell on where she went till I went downstairs and saw her cooking breakfast for everyone. She was facing the counter with her back towards me she had on a long baby blue buttoned up shirt and some shorts on.
“ you know you don’t have to do that anymore?” I announced but I think my outburst scared her by her jumping and dropping the spatula on the ground
“ I am sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” I chuckled
“ it- uh - it’s okay” she huffed picking up the spatula and taking it over to the sink to clean it off
“ I know I don’t have to cook it’s just I couldn’t sleep after waking up at 6am so I came down here a
“Boss we found her!” Creed shouted through the woods. I ran as fast as I could following the sound of his voice. When I reached him he had her in his arms bridal style. Either my eyes were deceiving me or she really is covered in claw marks“ get her to the infirmary! And I’ll scoop out the surrounding area.” I announced getting a nod in return. What the hell did she run into that would make such marks on her. A wolf maybe but why wouldn’t they finish the job? I searched the area to see if anyone was still hanging around but I came up empty handed. There was a camp set up a few miles out but it looked abandoned. The fire pit looked like it had never been lit and there’s food and trash scattered everywhere, whoever was here left in a hurry. Heading back to the packhouse I check on the girl who seems to be doing fine. When she wakes up I’m going to need h
“ So what can you tell us about these hunters?” I asked her to make her a sandwich just the way she likes it, three slices of ham, mayo, mustard and a pickle on the side with mustard on it. With a glass of sweet tea “ Thank you. And not much I’ve only come across one, once or twice from a distance.” She said taking a bite out of her pickle “ well I’ll take what I can get anything would be helpful” I assured her making myself food as well “ Well to start I meant it when I said that they are violent. If they get their hands on you they will tear you apart limb by limb. Leaving nothing for the imagination and if you are found by anyone, there isn’t any way you’d be recognized. When I took off to leave the US I ran into a scared woman who was running for her life. She asked for my help to save her friend who wa
Charlotte hasn’t talked to me since that day she left for work. I didn’t mean to offend her in any way, I just.. I know how difficult it is to try and fit in. Not that she isn’t doing a good job but damn I can’t help but want to help her in every way possible. But Creed is right.. these feelings I have could get in the way of the pack needing her. So I’ve decided to tuck them away in the back of my head and hope they don’t slip out. I do need to talk to her though because she knows more about these hunters than I do.“ alright! Madam Charlotte said if you would like to speak to her about the hunters you must apologize for being a dick” Creed said coming into the office slamming the door behind him“ being a dick? That’s really the word she used?” I asked tilting my head at him a bit&n
After my talk with Charlotte I made a pack meeting and tried to apologize about my lack of participation. They all forgave me and were glad to hear that I realized what was happening. After the meeting I schedule myself into the pack's activities and I’ve never felt happier. Being more involved is what I was missing, not needing someone to share the load with. Not that it’s not nice to have her around, she makes the place beautiful and warm. “ Shut up!” I groan at myself. We aren’t supposed to be thinking of her that way anymore strictly professionally I remind myself. But I've closed myself off from the rest of the workd which I've been told doesn't help with depression. Walking around the office I can’t help but think about the issues the packs have had. I didn’t realize how much care the town really needed, new buildings, more financial help, and just more care. I told the members to make a list
Charlotte's POVI rushed out of the room as fast as I could. I can’t believe what I just saw, okay no I’m not a prude but gosh I didn’t know they were so big! How does that even fit!? I waited at the front door for him to get dressed and come down. I didn’t even look at him again the whole walk to the borderline. What was I thinking listening to him and looking, I should have just listened to my gut and walked right out of the room. But I can’t help that I was a little bit curious. The only sound that filled the walk was the sound of crunching and crackling of leaves and other things on the ground of the woods. When we reached the border I standed to the right of Alex looking ahead. He just looked at me amused by my embarrassment. Has he seen a woman naked? Who am I kidding of course he has. I wonder how many women have been in the bed we sleep on every nig
We took the wolf back to the pack house cellar, he refused to shift so we had to carry him in wolf form, Alex did. No way in hell was I going to be strong enough to carry him. He doesn’t look good though. He’s pretty skinny for a wolf and his fur looks as if he’s falling out, I kinda feel sorry for him. The walk back was quiet besides the pouting, and whimpering the wolf made. I had Alex agree to get him checked out before interrogating him. He wanted to argue at first and say he’s just a cast out rogue who is probably too weak to handle himself. I mean I can see where he would have a point but that shouldn’t be something any alpha should throw someone out for but Alex explained there are ones like that more than I think there are. When we got back to the packhouse we had him checked out in wolf form and told him once he shifts we would need him to get checked out again. I didn’t follow them down to the cellar as they carried him down because it
“ What the hell do you mean he’s your brother?” Creed growled in a whisper. They pulled me out of the cell so we could speak in private. I don’t understand either but it’s true. I feel sick from looking at my brother; it's as if I’ve seen a ghost. I remember watching them rip his throat out slowly as he screamed till the screaming turned into silence. Now looking at him lay in front of me alive and suffering. “ Charlotte??” Alex snapped his fingers in my face trying to get my attention “ I thought he was dead… I thought I watched them kill him. B—but he’s laying in that cell right now barely hanging on these many years later. It’s all my fault.. I shouldn’t have just left like I did to save my own ass.” I whispered to myself knowing they could probably hear me “ then who’d I watch die if it wasn’t him?”
Pacing back and forth in the waiting room isn’t my favorite way to spend my morning. My neck and back hurt from sleeping in the waiting room chairs but I couldn’t bring myself to leave until I knew how he was doing. Alex hasn’t left his room since they brought him in here which makes me even more nervous. Yeah he’s my brother but he’s still an intruder, and attacking Luna is an automatic death sentence. “ Madam Charlotte, can I get you anything?” The nurse that works the front desk hasn’t spoken to me since I’ve been in here just staring constantly, maybe too nervous to say anything until now. “ Actually, is there anyone who can run and get me coffee?” I asked shyly. I hate asking because I’d rather get it myself but there’s no chance in hell I’m leaving this room until someone leaves him to tell me anything at all.