Erika's Point of View
The room was pretty much dark but since I am a werewolf and I can see in the dark, it didn't take me long to notice the figure sitting on the couch across the room.
Two glowing silver eyes stared at me while my blue ones stared back at him.
"Erika." He breathes. I tilt my head at the side and study the stranger sitting on the couch. I am sure I've never seen him before but he seems familiar.
"Arles." This name leaves my mouth even without me realizing. I sit here confused. I swear I haven't met him before but a part of my mind keeps screaming at me that I know him. I know who he is.
"You have three days."
"For wha-"
"To confront him. If you don't do it then the nightmare you just saw will come true." He said cutting me, his voice sounded calm but there was this
