Strangers POV
I stood there basking in the moonlight and listening to the river run through the field. Should I make my way towards the house? Or should I run, run away from the smell of the Werewolf. If I ran my mission would fail, if I went ahead I could be attacked by a werewolf and I had no idea how strong he would be. I had chosen between love and life before, I had always chosen life before. Each time I had the chance to fight for Jasper before and I had always chosen to live, and each time I had regretted it. This could be my last chance to see him and to win him back from that stupid pixie of a woman that he had married.
There was a commotion in the house, Jasper was screaming and crying. A huge man ran out of the door and into the forest. The scent of the werewolf dropped suddenly, it was still there but far less potent. I walked slowly towards the house, barely putting any weight on my steps so I could quickly stop in my tracks and run away, every step closer to my goal made me grow in confidence.
Standing on the step, ready to enter the mansion, they must know I was here by now. There was complete silence inside, no one moved, no one breathed. I knocked on the door gently and the huge oak doors creaked open. They all stood there a united front in complete silence, shock lined their faces. I took a small step forward and held my hand out to touch him.
"Jasssspppperrrr" I purred my long fingers brushing his cheek.
He knocked my hand away, and his eyes were black and empty.
"What are you doing here?" he croaked