Shattered

Chapter 16

Anneliese P.O.V

No matter how much I hunted I couldn't stop the low burning in my throat, it was really annoying! It kept disappearing for a couple of minutes only to return with the same intensity as before.

I felt so full right now, almost sluggish, I had hunted at least ten deer and let me tell you I felt sort of proud that I had hunted all on my own without Andy's help.

I thought hunting would be super hard but really it isn't, I thought it would gross me out, I mean, I never thought I'd be able to sink my teeth into an amimal's throat!

Yet the moment that I smelled blood it was like I was another person, there was something in me that just seemed to snap and forced me to hunt whatever smelled so delicious! It was weird and yet I have to admit kind of fun, to be able to smell an animal from miles away and running to it at full speed.

That's what I loved right now the most, the speed. It was exhilarating, how fast I could run and not crash into a tree or something, I loved to run! It was like I was a bullet zooming through the woods not tiring at all.

I was making my way back to the house slowly, forcing myself to walk at a slow pace, after all I didn't want to face Andy or the werewolf.

I had killed about an hour when I figured I shouldn't make them wait too long or else Andy would come look for me and to be honest I liked being alone.

I had so many things to think about! Part of me was disappointed, it didn't matter how much I hunted, took out my rage on the animals, no matter how much blood I consumed I still found myself confused and upset.

Had I really lost my memory? The constant question echoed around my head.

I tried to think deeply, tried to remember anything Andy said happened, even tried to remember who the werewolf was but it was no use.

It was pathetic really, it was like trying to remember a scratchy video, I got nothing but static and blank pictures!

Could I have lost my memory and skipped so much of my life? I mean, don't get me wrong I was confused as hell but I think if I lost my memory I would at least be able to remember my parent's deaths!

I couldn't even remember that!

And now I was supposedly married too? Who the hell marries at 17!? Because now apparently I'm not 16 anymore but 17.

And why would I marry a werewolf?

There was so many questions pounding in my head, it made me feel even more lost.

There was no other words to explain how I felt, I was lost, period.

According to Andy I forgot one whole year of my life, maybe even more.

But how in the world was that possible?! I couldn't remember one whole year of my life? Not one event that happened? Nothing at all! Not even a little blurred memory, nothing! I still couldn't believe I had actually lost my memory.

It was so ridiculous!

The question that bothered me the most right now was, what was going to happen now?

Was I going to be forced to live with the werewolf? With my...ugh, husband?

Andy's words were replaying in my head, "Well he's your husband you know so you'll have to live with him sooner or later" I shivered at the thought, me? Living with that...stranger?

The thought made me grow scared! How could I live with him if I didn't know him? What if he turned out to be some kind of creep?

No, I refused to live with him! I was going to run away before I shared the same roof as him! If Andy was correct and my parents were actually gone then he had no right to make me do whatever he wanted!