John closed the drawer leaving the gun inside. He didn't know if he should say anything to Molly about it. She had to have known the gun was his was his, but she had been so nice to John; patching him up when he was wounded, feeding him and letting him stay in her cabin. She wouldn't be that nice to me if she was afraid of me would she? Unless maybe, dear God, don't tell me she likes me thought John. That's the last thing I need. Some lonely widow thinking I can be the new man in her life.

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John spent the rest of the week trying to spend as little time with Molly as possible. If she was developing feelings for him, it was best that he not encourage her. His heart already belonged to another. Plus with his boys and hunting, John didn't have time for a relationship, not that he even wanted one. Mary was the love of his life.

His heart ached every time he thought about his boys. John wasn't sure exactly how long he had been at the cabin, but he knew it was long enough for people to think he was dead. Was anybody out searching for him? Of course Caleb must have looked for him or sent somebody to look, but John's search for the werewolf took him several miles away from where he parked the Impala. Even if people were out looking for him they might never find this place.

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Molly was beginning to feel despair over the fact that John seemed to be avoiding her. Every time she entered a room, he got up and left. He also seemed want to spend a lot of time outside. What was she going to do when the phone started working because John would know, what with the way he checked every hour. He had mentioned that since he was feeling better he might hike into town.

He was supposed to be hers. Jack sent him to her so she wouldn't have to be alone. Why couldn't he see that they were meant to be together? Well, drastic times call for drastic measures.

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John was lying in bed trying to fall asleep, but it just wasn't happening. He thought back to that night's dinner. Molly had made steak and she had put candles on the table. God she acted like she was on a date and the way she reached across the table to wipe a piece of food off his cheek was creepy. That's it, tomorrow I'm hiking into town he thought. I can't spend another minute in this place. I'll just tell Molly that I have to leave. After formulating a plan John drifted off into sleep.

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Molly was sitting up in bed not able to sleep either. Dinner was a dcomplete isaster. She tried so hard to get John to notice her, but it just wasn't happening. There something there, I know there is she thought. When I kissed him the other night he kissed me back. I know didn't imagine that. What if I tried kissing him again? Suddenly Molly had a vision in her head of kissing John until he woke up and when he did he would pull her into bed. They would make love till the sun came up. John would love her as much as she loved him. Then they would go and get his boys. Together they would be one big happy family.

Jumping out of bed, Molly quickly stole down to John's room. She paused a moment to collect herself before she entered the room. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. God, I can't wait to wake up next to him every morning. The boys would come bounding into the room and jump up onto the bed and join us. Molly smiled to herself as she crossed the room. Standing over John, she leaned in and kissed him for all she was worth. It felt even better than the last time.

John woke up to find Molly kissing him. He pushed her off sand scrambled away to the other side of the bed.

"Molly, what the hell are you doing?" shouted John.

Molly reached for him, but he pushed her away. She looked like she was going to cry. This wasn't supposed to happen. Why didn't he want her?

"John," cried Molly.

"Look, I think you had better go back to your room. Tomorrow I'm leaving," hissed John.

"John, you can't leave me. You're mine. Jack knew I was lonely and he sent you to me. Please don't leave," cried Molly.

"Molly, I'm not yours," said John firmly.

"Yes you are. I prayed to Jack to send someone my way and then you showed up. That's a sign. That's why I couldn't let you leave," Molly blurted out.

"Couldn't let me leave? Molly have the phone's been down the whole time I've been here?" The look on her face gave her away. "My children must be worried sick about me. How could you do that? How could you let two little boys worry like that?"

"John, I'm sorry. I just wanted you to love me. I know I could be a great mother to your boys," said Molly as tears fell down her face.

John lost it upon hearing that. "My boys have a mother. Just because she is no longer alive doesn't mean that they need a replacement. You are a sick woman and you need help."

"I'm sorry John, but I know if you just give it a chance you could love me." Molly started crying harder.

John knew he had to get out of there even if it was the middle of the night. He shoved a crying Molly out of the room and quickly got dressed. He didn't know where he was going to go, but he couldn't take one more minute with her.

"John, don't go. Please don't leave me all alone," sobbed Molly.

John didn't even answer her. He just headed towards the front door and walked out. He could hear her in the background calling for her, but he didn't look back. It was still pretty light out, which John felt was kind of odd until he realized it must be a full moon. His fear was confirmed when he looked into the night sky. Damn it. He would have to go back to the cabin. He couldn't risk the chance of running into the werewolf. The gun, it's in Molly's kitchen. John raced back to the cabin. Molly was still in the hallway crying when John opened the front door.

"You came back. You came back to me," she cried.

"No I haven't. I'm just here for my gun." John strode right past her and into the kitchen. He opened the drawer containing the gun and grabbed it. What the hell am I going to do now he thought. There's no way I can go after the werewolf by myself. That's how I ended up in this mess in the first place.

John decided he would do a quick surveillance around the cabin making sure there was no sign of the werewolf. He headed back to the front door. He still had to deal with Molly, but right now he was more concerned about the werewolf.

"Molly, please get up off the floor. I need you to go and check all the windows and make sure that they're all locked. Then I want you to turn off all of the lights." John didn't want the light to draw out the werewolf. Even though he was still creeped out by her, John didn't want Molly to be killed by the werewolf.

"Why John? What's going on?" Was he staying? Her heart soared at that prospect.

"Please Molly, just do it. I'm going to check around the cabin," answered John as he headed back outside. Molly followed right behind.

"Check for what? For whatever wild animal attacked you?" asked Molly.

"Yes, now go check the windows," barked John.

"You could get hurt John. Please let's just go back inside," pleaded Molly.

"I can't yet. Now go inside," growled John.

After watching Molly head back inside, John proceeded to head around the perimeter of the cabin. God how am I going to survive another night with her he wondered.

Fear for John's safety caused Molly to head back outside. She wasn't thinking clearly when she decided she would follow him. Lost in her concern for John., she never heard the creature approach her from behind.

John was on the side of the cabin checking some tracks that he found when screams brought him running around to the front of the cabin. He got there just in time to see the werewolf rip into Molly's throat. He took aim and shot, hitting it right in the heart. Not wasting any time, John ran over to Molly. Unfortunately, she was dead. A rustling of leaves had John jumping up, gun at the ready in case it was another werewolf. A man emerged from the woods.

"John." said the man.

"Caleb." Relief flooded John at the sight of his friend.

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