Chapter 11 - CEO In My Apartment

Jenna

Dread settles in like a bird in my stomach the minute I open the door to my apartment. My curtains are drifting in the wind, like two ghostly arms letting in the cold into my home. Snow covers the wooden planks; books are on the floor; even the pages are torn.

I stare at the scene, unable to speak or move.

This is my home, the place where I used to feel safe. And now, I can't breathe as I step into my mess of an apartment.

Who would do this?

Catherine?

Ariel walks past me and closes the window with a stern expression. "It smells like a werewolf has been in here,"

Perking up my ears, I stare at Ariel. "A werewolf? But I don't think I have any werewolves who hate me?"

"Are you sure about that?" Ariel picks up a paper from my pillow. "Someone wrote you a letter,"

I walk inside, closing the door behind me. "A letter?" I'm not sure if I want to read it.

As if having read my thoughts, Ariel locks his eyes on the l