Three.

(Celina’s POV)

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window. I looked around surprised, I was expecting him to have killed me and displayed me in the town centre but here I was alive and well.

I quickly got to my feet, my shoes were still on and I ran to the door but it was locked. I sighed, what was I thinking? Of course he wasn’t just going to let me walk out of here when I tried to kill him. He is probably just keeping me captive here giving himself time to think of ways to kill me.

I looked around the cabin, it was a nice cabin with a fireplace, furniture, a fully furnished kitchen, under different circumstances I wouldn’t have minded spending some alone time here but at the moment my mind was reeling.

I heard the door unlock, I could feel my heart beating faster, as I tried to come to terms with the fact that I was going to die. But Landon walked in with groceries in hand, so calm and nonchalant. I almost thought that I had dreamed about what happened the night before and I was still dreaming.

“I thought you might want something to eat.” He said as he handed me the groceries.

I looked at him confused.

“You didn’t try to kill me.” I said in a monotone manner.

“No, I didn’t.” He said coldly as he turned to walk out.

“Why?” I asked as I took a few steps towards him.

He turned his head slightly, looking at me through his peripheral vison, “if I wanted to kill you, I would have killed you the same day, I killed your parents.” He said coldly as he walked out the door, before he shut it he said, “you mentioned something about wanting to be a werewolf yester night, I have a book there that you might want to read and it might change your mind about everything.” He locked the door and I heard his walk away.

I sighed as I put down the groceries. I was glad to have my life spared but I also didn’t like being held captive. I sighed as I decided to make myself something to eat with the groceries he had brought me.

I made myself some food, I took a shower and got dressed in some clothes I found in the closet as I settled down to read the book he had given me, since I had nothing better to do with my day.

He came to visit me later in the evening. He looked at me from head to toe.

“I’m sorry. I should have probably asked before I wore your clothes but I had nothing to wear.” I stated as his stare made me feel the need to explain myself.

He cleared his voice, “no problem. I didn’t think I would ever bring anyone here.”

“I have just finished reading the book you gave me and I have to say, that stranger was right.” I stated.

He looked at me confused.

I chuckled, “I was reading this book about werewolves at my work place at the diner and this guy told me how wrong it was and I didn’t believe him.”

“What did you think you know about us?” He asked as he took a seat and I sat opposite him.

“In my defence I was trying to learn what I could do to get my revenge against you for killing my parents but I didn’t know about when werewolves first morph and how excruciatingly painful it is, if the description on the books were accurate.” I replied.

“It’s human bones reshaping to be a wolf-like creature. It’s not going to be a walk in the park.” He stated.

“And just how different werewolves have different eye and fur colours. And you are an alpha, the leader.” I said excitedly.

“Yeah I am.” He said and then looked at me, “what made you say you want to become a werewolf?” He asked.

I sighed as I stood up and looked outside the bared window, “that night as I watched my parents get killed I couldn’t help but feel helpless and weak. I thought that maybe if I was like you guys then maybe I could have intervened in some way.”

His voice spoke right behind me, “why were you running away anyway? The town is safe and werewolves protect the people in the town as one of their own.”

I chuckled as I felt a tear run down my cheek, “I don’t know. Parents don’t necessarily tell their children about the things they do.” I said as I turned around to face him.

He looked at my eyes, the tear running down it. He slowly brought his hand to my face and I unintentionally flinched, but he just wiped my tear away, so gentle surprising me. I didn’t know he could be that gentle, but he quickly took away his hand and took a few steps back.

“I didn’t mean to hurt your parents but I had a rule to follow.” He said.

“I know, which makes it hurt even more.” I muttered under my breath knowing that he would hear me either way.

“I have to go.” He said as he rushed to the door and I followed him.

“What is your name?” I asked as he opened the door.

“Landon.” He said as he walked out and closed the door.

“I’m Celina.” I said through the door hoping that he heard me.

 I woke up the next morning, eagerly made breakfast as I tried to look around the house for anything to keep me entertained. I found a box with old books and a pad that had a few drawings in it.

I used to love drawing as a child but I hadn’t drawn for a while as I spent most of my time thinking about revenge, but maybe it was time for me to see if I could still draw.

I calmly on a stool that gave me a great view of the nature outside as I started drawing. I drew the trees, the birds that were chirping around, the blades of grass that were glistened in the dew. It was hard to highlight everything as I was drawing with coal.

I picked up one of the books, it wasn’t about werewolves but I read it anyway to help me pass the time.

I was concentrating on the book in front of me when on my peripheral vision I saw something move outside my window. I brushed it off but then there was a knock on the door.

I walked up to the door and there was a man standing outside there.

“Who are you?” I asked as I peeked outside.

“I can’t believe you’re alive.” He replied and I didn’t know what he was talking about.

“I can’t open the door; it’s locked from the outside.” I stated, hoping that would make him go away. But he opened the door, apparently it wasn’t under lock and key.

He walked in and his eyes went wide when he saw me, then he smiled as he stepped forward to hug me.

Startled by his sudden embrace I stood there, like a plank.

He stepped back as he laughed at the confusion I was sure was written all over my face, “you obviously don’t remember me. I’m Brody Conley, I’m your brother.”

I chuckled, “I don’t have a brother, I’m an only child.” I replied.

He sighed, “there is a lot you don’t know and I don’t think I have time to explain everything right now. But I’ll come back to see you again and explain everything.”

He hugged me again. “I can’t believe I have found you.” He whispered.

He turned around to leave as he looked at me one last time, “you look just like mom.” He remarked as he walked out and closed the door behind him, just as Landon did.

I was confused as to what had just happened. Who was that man? Why did he claim to be my brother? And most importantly, how was he able to find me here of all places? Did he know Landon?

My mind was reeling with a million questions and I wondered if I should ask Landon about it. But I thought that maybe I had imagined the whole thing, and it might hurt my request for him to turn me into a werewolf if he thinks just spending a day by myself was making me hallucinate.

“Celina you need to come down.” I said to myself, “if he was real, then he will come back like he said he would, then you could prove that you aren’t crazy.” I assured myself.

I took a seat as I stared out the window I saw the man, “maybe you shouldn’t me speaking to yourself if you are trying to prove that you aren’t crazy.” I added, as I grabbed the book to continue reading.

I could barely concentrate so I decided to take a nap.

I was woken up by the sound of the door creaking open. I ignored it, thinking it was the man from earlier and I was still dreaming. I sat up when I saw from my half shut eyes that it was Landon.

His eyes saw my drawing, he picked it up, “did you draw this?” He asked.

I shook my head to kind of gather my thoughts, “yes, I’m sorry for going through your things but I didn’t know what else to do with my day.”

He looked at it then his eyes went to the window.

“Wow, you are really good. The attention to detail is remarkable.” He commented making me blush slightly.

“It’s nothing. I haven’t drawn since I was a little child.” I replied.

He put down the pad.

“I think I shouldn’t keep you here considering you have nothing to do. You are free to leave.” He said as he stepped aside.

“What if I don’t want to leave?” I asked, not knowing whether the reason I wanted to stay was because of him or I was subconsciously hoping to see the man from earlier again.

“Why would you want to stay?” He replied with a question of his own.

I sighed as I tried to come up with a reasonable answer, “because after all this years, the time I have spent here made me relax. I wasn’t thinking about my parents, I wasn’t thinking about revenge, I was just relaxed.” I replied truthfully.

His stare that was soft turned cold.

“I kept you here to try and think of what to do to you but I think that was a bad idea and you shouldn’t be here at the end of the day.” He said his cold stare directed at me.

I shrugged, “I’m leaving to gather my things so I can stay here, I like the location of the cabin.” I stated as I walked right past him.