True Love, With a Few Complications

Chapter Three

Cammie POV

Standing in front of me was a very tall, very toned, very tan shirtless male. His dark brown/black hair was in a short, textured hairstyle, though it was a bit longer in the front/center. His sharp jawline and strong muscles made him look almost like a TV actor. There was a tattoo on his upper right arm that I recognized as Quileute. That didn't make me any happier that he was there. His facial expression didn't show that he was angry, but he wasn't pleased either. His shiny, chocolate brown eyes bore into mine with brooding intensity.

"No, I'm not. Who the hell are you?" I questioned sharply, my eyes narrowing. "And how did you get in here?"

"My name is Jacob Black and I got in through the window. But that's not the point. Who are you? What are you doing in Bella's room? And why are you wearing her clothes?" He demanded.

I set down the hoodie and stood, folding my arms across my chest. "My name is Cameron Morgan, Charlie is letting me stay here for the time being, and I'm wearing her clothes because Charlie said I could, and I have no others of my own. The real question is, what do you want? Why are you here?"

Jacob crossed his arms as well and stared me down. "I was in the woods, saw the light was on. Even though I couldn't catch her scent, I figured no one but Bella could be in Bella's room. So I came. Yet you're not Bella, so here we are."

"Yeah, well, I would ask how you would catch her scent or why you were in the woods, but, uh," I looked him up and down, my eyes lingering on the Quileute symbol on his arm. "As soon as I saw that tattoo, I knew what you were. Werewolf."

His stare morphed into a hard-set glare, and instantly his arms held me in a chokehold, my back pressed into his bare chest. "Who are you really, how do you know about us, and what do you want?" He hissed in my ear.

I wasn't phased by his violent reaction and simply spoke one word. "Dimittas."

Jacob's arms fell from my neck to his sides as I whirled around, narrowing my eyes as I said, "Maneat. Cessabit."

He struggled to move his arms, getting angry. "What did you do to me?"

"A simple binding and calming spell. It's only temporary but it'll give me enough time to tell you what you need to know without you escaping or going primal." I circled him, never taking my eyes off of his figure. "Cameron Morgan is my real name. I am no threat to you or your pack, but if you do interfere with my business here or try to hurt me, I will not hesitate to kill every single one of you. I have a bad past with werewolves, so don't expect me to like you. Tolerate, I will, but I will not trust any of you. I'm not here to hurt anyone, not even Charlie. I'm just looking for someone and Charlie is helping me with that. I will not volunteer any more personal information, for obvious reasons. You can take all of this back to your pack. That is all."

I concluded my speech as his arms started to regain their personal will.

Jacob stretched his arms, his muscles flexing. "How do I know I can trust you?"

A smirk crept onto my face. "You don't, but that's what makes things interesting." Uncrossing my arms, I clasped my hands together behind my back. "Now, I would appreciate it if you leave. If you stay any longer, I might just be angered by the presence of a werewolf and kill you anyway."

Jacob Black glared and walked over to the window, sliding his legs out and jumping down to the ground. Not looking back, he ran toward the trees, changing into a large wolf just as he entered the forest.

"This..." I whispered, running a hand through my hair, watching the faint outline of woods outside the window, hearing the distant howl. "Is going to be a problem."