Charlene’s Point of View “What is your name?” “Why should I tell you that? You are a stranger,” I looked around and chuckled, “I thought you are the stranger,” “We are both strangers,” “So you won’t tell me your name?” “I won’t,” “Fine. I’ll tell you mine though,” “Do what you want. I don’t care. I am not here because of you. I just thought I smelled a Lycan—” “Why are you looking for a Lycan?” He stared at me and then averted his gaze, “Why should I tell a stranger that?” “My name is Charlene Samarah Adams,” “I know,” he replied, looking at me with firm eyes. “You know me, how? How do you know who I am? What are you doing here? No way. Were you following me? I am telling you, I do not have money on me!” I blurted out of panic. “Shut it, Charlene. You make my ears pop,” he said. He squeezed his eyes as if that really hurt his eardrums. How sharp are his senses that he had that stern look on his face? So he really does know me… who the hell is this kid? How does he know
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