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Evelyn’s POV

I opened my eyes to the bright lights shining so bright in them and was forced to shut back. My head hurt so much and my neck wasn't accepting. 

It felt as if I had been hit by a heavy stone, rendering my body useless.

A groan pulled out of my lips as I turned to the other side of the bed with my arms stretched.

The bed is too big and wide, not like what I remembered. I don't ever get the opportunity to sleep on a big bed. Even in my formal city, Settle, I had a small mattress, even in jail, that was the worst bed I had. Andy's new home is not any better.

Sensing I was in a different room other than my new, ruined room, I forced my eyes open, ignoring the sharp pain in my head, and sat up. I was indeed in a different room.

I was the only one. Was I kidnapped or did I go into the wrong house?

I looked around and it started coming back to me. I had shamelessly seduced a man and went into a room with him. The rest of the memory was a blur. I couldn't remember what happened when we got on, but his scent was still lingering around.

His scent got me in a loop that I couldn't find my way out. 

I pushed the duvet away from my body and jumped out of the bed. He was gone but not the memory of what we did. Even though I can't remember what we did last night, I knew we were intimate.

I was half naked, only in my undies. I picked up my clothes, wore them, and ran out of the room. I need to forget about it. It was all a mistake and I blame it all on the alcohol. I said to myself as I made my way, out of the room, then into the bat and out of the building.

We won't see each other again. So I have a little hole of not getting reminded about last night. My face and hair were a mess, but who cares?

I took a cab back to my house and went in immediately. I needed to take a quick bath to wash off everything and every scent of that stranger from my body.

I might as well, do away with the clothes. I don't want anything of mine of what I did with him. I washed myself up and walked out, completely naked. 

I stood in front of my body and looked at my car again. A horizontal cut, which left a long scar on my shoulder, down to my upper arm. 

While staring at it, I suddenly caught sight of a mark on my neck. I quickly checked it out and my eyes went round, threatening to pull out from my forehead. 

A mating mark. A mark only given during intense lovemaking among werewolves. Something did happen between us and in the process, I got a mating mark. 

It is said to be there for a long while only if the two werewolves are fated mates. The mark would disappear. I calmed myself down and moved away from the mirror, not wanting to get a reminder of how shameless I was, by looking at the mark. 

It would disappear and everything would be back to normal, again. 

.....

It was night again. As always, I got freshened up and got ready for bed. I need some good night's sleep and I hope I get some in the old, broken house. 

The event of two nights ago came flooding into my memory and I shivered at the thought of the stalker, visiting a gun that night.

I wasn't prepared and I had no weapon. I haven't gotten new kitchen utensils, not even a knife or pepper spray as many girls had. 

I was just a single girl, living alone, with no means of protection in case she got attacked. Foolish of me, I know. 

I drew the old duvet I had come along with and covered up myself. I shut my eyes to sleep but I don't know how long I had slept before I was woken by the sound of a plate, falling to the floor.

I jumped up and turned on my phone for its flashlight. I kept quiet and waited for any sound. Footsteps, I heard footsteps.

I climbed down the bed and held my phone tight. Even though I had no weapon, I do have my wolf. My eyes turned bright blue as I made way for the door.

Slowly, I opened it and the footsteps stopped. I didn't stop but went out completely and into the living room. I was sure I had bolted the door last night, but it wasn't bolted. 

I swallowed hard as I walked to it and turned the knob which opened. Someone was in the house with me. I wasn't alone. 

This is bad.

Suddenly, I heard a low growl behind me. He was behind me. So close to me that I felt his cold breath on my skin. I screamed out and took to my heels going out of the house, not waiting to see who he was.

Whoever he was, he would kill me. All I need is safety. I ran out, going towards the woods as my house was safe. He was inside and I wonder how he got in. 

I kept running, not trying to look back. Coming out of the woods to the road, I was met with emptiness and darkness. There was no moving car or anyone.

It was just me, trying to run away from a rogue or probably a monster behind me. My legs were getting weak but I wasn't bothered about that as I made to continue running. 

Just after covering a little distance, someone suddenly jumped in front of me and I bumped into him. I screamed and moved back. It was my stalker again.

I tried running back, but he caught my hand and drew me back to him. "Please- please let me go." I cried, but he wasn't willing to let go.

His mask made it difficult to know who I was dealing with, but his scent. I had perceived that scent and loved it before. The scent of rain and lemon. 

"Argh!" I screamed as he pushed me even closer to him. Before I could try pushing him away, he took the form of a wolverine with furs growing out of his face and his eyes red. His fangs were out and sharp. 

He is an Alpha. But which Alpha am I dealing with?

Before I could register what was going on any longer, his sharp fang went into my neck and I felt my life, getting drawn out.

I guess this is my end!