Charlotte Peters hasn't always been uncomfortable and fearful of men, but after a harsh past, she can't help it! Being kicked out of her house and with no where to go, she walks around at night, trying to avoid every man she goes by and try to find...
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~ Archer's P.O.V. ~
There had been rogue sightings at the edge of the territory for the past week now and it's really pissing me off. I know that my pack warriors are more than capable of keeping this territory safe from those damn rogues, so what I don't understand is how they are getting through the borders. I was going to send my beta to deal with the mess, but I ended up going myself, because I know that I am able to do my job.
I was looking around the woods, trying to see everything I could, even though it was dark out. Everything was as it should be when I smelled one of the most perfect scents I have ever smelled. It was a mixture of cherry blossoms and strawberries. I didn't even know that I liked the smell of cherry blossoms in the first place.
I followed the scent and soon, it was mixed with some blood. Not a lot, but the scent was still there.
My wolf, Amarok, was pacing around in my head, which confused me. He's never been this anxious, especially around blood. I kept walking until the smell became stronger and that's when I saw her.
There was a girl who was sitting on the ground, looking at her knee. I could see and smell the blood that had started running down her leg. I wanted nothing more than to go over and help her. I was able to see a part of her face and she was beautiful. I couldn't see into detail, but in the moonlight, her skin shone and her chestnut hair glowed. I now know why Amarok was so riled up.
I made the mistake of taking another step, because she heard it, "W-Who's there?"
There was no point in hiding from her now. This time, I was able to see that there was something in her hand, which had soon became clear that it was a flashlight. Werewolves had a lot more sensitive eyes and I felt a slight, sharp pain in my eyes, so much so, that I had to look away for a split second.
Looking back, the light helped me see her face and what I saw was painful. There were tears in her eyes. I made the mistake of taking a few more steps forward, but I wanted to wipe the tears away. Every muscle in my body wanted to go near her, but I was using my full willpower to stay in control. She should never have those tears rolling down her soft looking skin.
"P-Please. S-Stay away." She cried.
I would never hurt her, even the thought made me sick. I needed to make her happy and I needed to do it now. I didn't like seeing her like this and I know that I can make her feel better, some way or another. So, I took another step, but she lets out a small scream. She tries to scoot away from me, but her back hits against a tree.
She was breathing really heavy and it worried me even more because it looked like was going to pass out from the lack of air. That wasn't good at all.
I continued to walk closer to her and and I notice her starting to fall back, no doubt, fainting. I rush over to her when her whole body hits the ground.
