Chantel was at home with Susan as the curfew was on full swing but her heart was pounding out of her chest, thinking about Roman and Peter who were out there, hunting for the vargulf. She was flooded with feelings that she couldn't share, because no one would understand. She was terrified. She almost lost Roman once, and now he's risking himself again. She want to reach inside him and rip this miserable obsession from his heart. But there's nothing she can do than she can stop the night from falling.

Roman had assured her that both him and Peter would be safe and they had to do this before anyone else gets hurt by the vargulf. She understood the situation and dreads them as well. Why them? Why should Peter Rumancek be a werewolf, why should Roman Godfrey be whatever he was? There were billions of other people in the world, so why them? Life was so unfair.

"At a time like this, the only thing there is to stay together." Her mother said as she stood by Chantel's bedroom door. "We're home, you're safe. We have so much to be thankful for."

Chantel nodded as she put her phone down.

"I'm going to make your favourite spaghetti carbonara," she looked at her daughter. "And maybe we can watch a movie."

Chantel rose up, "I'll give you a hand."

Her mother smiled, "that'll be great honey."

The night of the full moon Chantel slept with Susan because her mother didn't want her to be on her own. Chantel had been skipping meals and barely sleeping for the past two weeks that her body had given up on her and she'd gone into a deep slumber after dinner. When she got up the next morning she was surprised to see that she'd slept for ten long hours. She'd called Roman immediately.

When she heard his voice on the line, a sob nearly tore out. He'd told her that he was safe and so was Peter and they were at the manor. Chantel was filled with gratitude. But with that came another unthinkable tragedy Alexa and Alyssa Sworn, the Sheriff's daughters were mauled to death tragically at the comfort of their own home—when their father was checking the premises.

The Sworn twins were bitches but they didn't deserve to die, in fact, no one deserves to die the way they did. Chantel couldn't remember the last time they'd even shared a single word without getting into a brawl, it's crazy how short life is and it made her realise these petty little fights doesn't matter at the end of the day.

The whole town was riled up and now every finger was pointing at Peter Rumancek as the killings started only after he and his mother moved into town. No one can prove that Peter was a werewolf or a killer but they didn't need to prove it, they just wanted to punish someone for the deaths of the four young girls: Brooke Bluebell, Lisa Willoughby, Alexa and Alyssa Sworn.

Susan was very upset that even after last night tragedies Chantel wasn't going to stay home and instead head to the Godfrey's. She had a heated argument with her mother before she got into Roman's car. Her mother would never understand the bond that she shared with Roman and Susan didn't even want to understand, for her Roman would always be a thorn in Chantel's life.

'You are the reason' by Calum Scott was playing on the radio. Roman lighted a cigarette.

"You still doing that?" She turned to him.

"I'm still me," he inhaled deeply.

Chantel let out a chuckle, she just missed him the past two weeks so damn much that—she was thankful he was besides her alive and breathing, even though he stank of cigarette smoke.

He caressed her cheek gently, "you okay?"

She smiled at him, "I am."

"When I was out," he took a deep breath. "I heard you calling out to me."

"In a dream?" She furrowed her brows.

"No," he took another puff of the cigarette. "It wasn't a dream, it was more like a vision."

"Mmm," she mumbled.

"So what did you want to tell me, yesterday?" He asked eagerly.

"Do you remember when we first met and on top of the Ferris wheel, you told me...I'd miss you when you were gone?" She asked curiously.

Roman nodded, "I remember every single memory we shared sweetheart, it's those memories that keeps me sane."

She reached for his hand, "you were right Rome. I missed you, I did some fucked up shits because I missed you and you're not allowed to remove yourself from my life ever again."

He took her hand and pressed a soft kiss on her knuckles, "I swear on my father's grave." It was an oath. "So," he asked teasingly. "What kinda fucked up shits?"

"Let's say I'm still grounded for it," she pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingertips. "And I don't want to talk about it."

"Hmm," he murmured, "seems like an interesting tale."

She crossed her arms, "forget about me, does Olivia know you're awake?"

Roman gave her a nod. Peter and Roman went to the old steel mill to hunt the vargulf but Dr Chasseur appeared and shot Peter with darts, when he was on his wolf form and threatened Roman she'd shoot him as well—if he doesn't leave. So Roman leaves and when he circled back, both Chasseur and Peter were gone but then Roman gets a call from Olivia saying Peter was at the manor and told him to return. Roman had no idea how Olivia got to Chasseur and Peter but he's glad that at least Peter is safe for now.

The manor was empty as the help had all fled because they were scared of Peter Rumancek, because of the ongoing stories about him. So for breakfast they decided to have cereals with cold milk. But what kind of cereals? Chantel wanted to have muesli while Roman said fruit loops, they finally settled on Reese's puffs.

"We should totally stop sharing our meals," Chantel dug the spoon into the bowl.

"I don't know what you mean by that," Roman said sipping the coffee.

"Play dumb," she said having a spoonful of the puffs, she'd forgotten how Reese's puffs tasted like.

Roman took the spoon from her, "I think we need more cereals."

"I think we need more spoons," she opened the drawer behind and grabbed a spoon.

"One spoon is enough for us," he said in between his chews.

She dug her spoon into the bowl, "when's anything enough for you, Rome."

Roman gazed at her, "you're more than enough for me Chantel." He took her hand on his, "always."

Chantel gazed at him, his eyes were like rain and hair like waves and a soul as vast and deep as the ocean. And she didn't mind drowning in him.

"Peter is awake." The mechanical sound.

She snapped up out her trance, Shelley was by the door.

Roman huffed and turned to Shelley, "seriously?"

The fifteen year old nodded.

Chantel rose up, "let's go," she said hurriedly as she grabbed Shelley's big arm and headed towards the elevator. What just happened back there? She tried to shake her thoughts away.

Peter was on Shelley's room at the attic, on the hospital bed. He was completely nude but thankfully covered with a white sheet. When they entered the bedroom he was grunting and struggling. He just looked terrible, like he'd been hit by a bus.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's ok." Roman moved forward trying to calm the gypsy down.

"You're okay," Chantel told him.

"Ahhh..." Peter grumbled. "My head feels like a goddamn war dance is inside of it." He rubbed his eyes a little too harshly asking Roman. "Did you drag me back here?"

"Last I saw, you were down." Roman crossed his arms, "Chasseur shot you with a dart."

"Oh, Chasseur!" Cursed Peter making a fist.

"She was gonna take you away. I tried to tell her how it wasn't you but..." Roman explained. "Fuck! I tried to stop her, I did, but she had a gun. So I left but then I circled back, but by then you were gone. Then my fucking mom calls, says to come back home and keep an eye on you."

"Your mom?" Peter looked at him in an unreadable expression.

"Yeah. Two weeks in a fucking coma and she didn't even ask me how I felt. Weird, huh?" Roman said annoyingly.

Even though Olivia Godfrey seemed distant and cold, Chantel had seen a part of her that none had; the wicked witch of the west did care for Roman and Roman alone.

"I'm no judge." Peter puffed.

"Anyway...I get back home and there you are, but she's gone." Roman said pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingertips.

"There's something else," Chantel looked down on Peter, he looked more hairy than the last time she saw him. She had the urge to wax his chest.

"Letha?" Peter asked terrifyingly.

"No, she's fine." Chantel said. "Alexa and Alyssa Sworn, the vargulf got them."

"Shit!" Peter looked at them horrifying. "Have you heard from my mom?"

"What do you mean?" Roman asked rubbing his jaws.

"Fuckers know about me, they gotta know about her." Peter said trying to drag himself out of bed.

"Hey! Stay here." Roman pushed him down gently.

"We'll check on the trailer, make sure she's all right. Okay?" Chantel said nodding at Roman.

"Yeah okay. Just go please." Peter said falling back down on the pillow.

"Shell, please keep an eye on him." Roman told his sister, as he grabbed Chantel's hand and headed towards the stairs.

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Chantel checked her social, it's been weeks she'd not login but as she did her notifications were flooded with the gruesome death of the Sworn twins. Many sharing their grievances and sympathies, and a lot more sharing their anger and frustration towards the sheriffs department and of course Peter Rumancek name was popping up every now and then as a prime suspect especially by local teenagers.

She put her phone down and turned the music up as 'wake me up when September ends' by Green Day played.

"Her truck is still here," Chantel pointed at the old grey Chevrolet S-10 LS truck as they got out of Roman's car. But then they saw red graffitis all over the trailer.

Gypsy scum! You're dead! Killers!

Chantel gulped in disbelief, what has the world come to?

"It's okay," Roman took her hand as they walked down the stairs. The door of the trailer was wide open and the furnitures were all trashed, like a cyclone blew out of nowhere.

"Who'd do such a thing!" Chantel huffed a breath of disbelief.

"People." Roman noted.

"Hello?" Chantel called as they walked into the trailer. Roman checked the rooms and shook his head, there was no one around except for Peter's cat Casper who was seated comfortably on the counter top, purring.

"You should inform_" before Roman could complete his sentence, Lynda came out from a hidden compartment.

"Shee-it," Chantel exhaled.

"Shee-it," agreed Roman.

"Hey," Lynda smiled at the two teenagers.

"You okay?" Chantel asked.

"Yeah. How's Peter?" She asked casually.

"He's fine." Chantel responded.

Lynda crossed her fingers and gave a breath of relief. "Just like Peter." Then she threw a red table cloth on the floor, "can you get that chandelier?" She pointed at the chandelier on the floor, "and that plate with the shells on it."

Roman helped picked up the stuffs.

"They took my money." She huffed putting more stuffs on the tablecloth.

"Close call huh?" Roman looked at her.

"Yeah," she nodded. "Ummm, Destiny gave me a heads up."

"How'd she know about anything?" Roman asked curiously.

"She...uh...she has her way." Replied Lynda. Then she searched for the picture of Nicolae, "do you see a picture of Nicolae?"

Chantel picked up the picture on the floor, "here," and handed it to Lynda who put it on the tablecloth.

"Peter slept at the house. You can just follow us up there," suggested Roman.

"No, no. I don't think so, I think the Rumanceks and the Godfreys are little too close for my comfort." Lynda said as she wrapped the tablecloth up.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Roman scratched the back of his neck.

"If you want to help Peter, keep him away from the animals that did this." She told Roman.

Chantel walked out of the trailer and called Peter, she'd informed him that his mother was okay but the trailer was fucked up. Peter thanked her and informed he was starving so she told him to grab something from the kitchen and they hanged up.

When she turned Lynda and Roman were standing behind her, having a conversation. She tends to forget how tall Roman was.

"I've informed Peter," Chantel told Lynda.

"Thank you dear," Lynda smiled at her and picked up her stuffs.

"Where you gonna go?" Chantel asked the gypsy woman.

"I don't know," she responded. "I hope Roman is not allergic to cats, you know Peter loves that cat."

Chantel nodded, "he's not, and will take care of Casper."

Lynda smiled at her, "thank you." Her eyes trained to Roman, "thank you both," and walked away.

Roman looked cherry. "You look happy," Chantel mentioned.

"I am," he admitted with a smile.

"Let's grab Casper and get the hell out of here," she told him as they walked back into the trailer.

Roman picked up the cat and cradled the creature in his arms. "Shhh, it's okay."

Roman Godfrey was always good with kids and animals. That was his thing. She pulled her phone out and took a picture of them as she beamed. He was different than the others, he was exciting and made her feel things she had never felt before. He did things to her heart and mind she couldn't explain...he was dangerous to her and that's exactly why she wanted him.