Mr Werewolf, My Lover

Mr werewolf

Evelyn POV

The man on the forty-second floor of Voss Tower was going to die that night. I did not know that yet. I was cleaning the hallway outside his office. My headphones were playing music enough to block my thoughts. I had worked the night shift at Voss Tower for three years. Three years of cleaning products. Quiet that makes you feel lonely.

I liked being alone. Alone meant I was safe. Alone meant nobody could hurt me.

The building always made some noise at night. The vents rattled. The elevators hummed. The city made noise through the glass. That night the building was very quiet.

I stopped cleaning. I tilted my head. Listened.

There was nothing.

My grip on the mop handle got tighter. It was a habit. You can use anything as a weapon if you hold it right.

The hallway stretched out before me. It was all marble and shadows. It ended at the corner that led to the suites. Suite 4201 was Kaelen Dominics office. He was the billionaire who owned Voss Tower and probably the whole city. I had never seen him. Night shift janitors do not meet CEOs. We are like ghosts with mop buckets.

I had seen his picture. He was on magazine covers and on the news. He was tall, dark and handsome in a way that made me think of danger. His eyes were cold like winter. His mouth never smiled.

He was the kind of man who would hurt you just to hear you beg.

I knew that type of man. I had run away from that type of man.

So when I heard the noise from Suite 4201 I should have run away. That was the thing to do.

Instead I walked towards the noise.

I could not stop myself.

I turned the corner.

The door to Suite 4201 was open a little. Light was coming out of the room. It was too warm and too yellow.

I pushed the door with my finger.

The smell hit me first. It was like metal and blood.

There was a lot of blood.

Kaelen Dominic was standing in the middle of his office. His suit was torn at the shoulder. His chest was moving up and down. He was holding something. No he was holding someone. The body was limp. The throat was torn out.

He looked at me.

His eyes were not cold. They were burning like fire. They were gold, not human. The pupils were not normal. They were like a wolfs eyes.

He dropped the body. Took a step towards me.

My legs would not move. My brain was telling me to run.

My body was not listening. I had felt this before. It was that moment when you know something bad is going to happen. You can't do anything about it.

He took another step towards me. He was close enough that I could see the blood on his mouth. His teeth were too long and too sharp. They were like fangs.

Oh my God he was not human.

He was a monster.

"Don't " I said. My voice was shaking.

"Please don't " I said again.

The monster stopped.

He looked at me.

His eyes were narrowed. His voice was rough.

"What?" he asked.

I was shaking. I was holding the mop handle tight. It was the thing that was keeping me up.