Cora’s pov.
Creed’s shirt was wrinkled and covered in blood, the same could be said for his usually clean, shiny mane of thick, black hair. Other than his dishevelled appearance there was that look on his face, his lips were turned down in a slight frown and his usually impassive eyes were lined with dark and that same emotion seemed to hang over him like a cloud.
I was too scared to approach him, I’ve seen men like this before and I’ve seen what becomes of women who get too close to them when they were like this. Creed was already imposing and terrifying enough in what I assumed was a good mood, but like this… he sent shivers of fear tumbling down my spine.
So I stood by the couch and just watched him walk into the house. Hunter though seemed to have no fears and he walked over to
