#Chapter 7 A sweet little one aching to be our dinner tonight
Daphne's POV
He was insane. Dangerous, unstable, and obsessed with me.
I tired very hard push him away from me, "It's not about Carl! We just met a few hours ago, but lots of crazy things happened. I don't even know who you are. Who were those werewolves behind us? And why? How am I supposed to be with you when I don’t know anything?"
“I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Oh goddess, I… I could explain everything. ” He stepped back, acting like a child who knew he made a large mistake.
I whimpered looking up at him as the rage and madness vanished from his face, replaced with panic and concern.
“But you were going to kill me!” I cried. Arthur’s face lost all color and he recoiled sharply.
“I’m sorry…”
His shoulders slumped and his eyes seemed glossy as if he was going to cry as he sunk to the ground and put his head in his hands. He trembled and his hands clenched.
"Do you love him? I mean your fiance?" He asked.
