Chapter 3
Caspian
Writing in my journal, I start reflecting on the past thirty years without my family. Flipping through the leather-bound pages, I see notes–remembrances and reminders of every encounter I’ve had trying to protect them. I believe they are unaware of my presence or the presence of danger that surrounds them, hunts them. I miss having meaningful relationships, but I must atone for my mistakes, and this is the best way I know how. My heart still breaks for what I did to Ashley and for what her loss must have done to my family. Regret fills me for leaving them to deal with the aftermath of my actions.
I begin scribing my newest journal entry.
August 26th
They’re moving again, back to where it all began. They are not aware of the dangers that lie ahead. I will be busy, and only being able to go out at night makes my job more difficult. In times like this, I wish I hadn’t returned my ring. After coming to terms with Ashley’s death, I found them, and now I continue to follow the family I once called my own.
Sophia is extremely observant, and I have had many narrow escapes when it comes to her seeing me. The pain she suffered on my account hurts me to no end. I hope she will one day learn to let go and find love. Her distrust of the new girl (I believe they call her Danika) is well founded though. This one will cause trouble for the family, just as Sophia suspects. Her new scent is drawing the evil closer, and now that they have returned to Wenham, it is closer than ever before.
Today I watched them move in to the place up the hill. This house is a good choice; they have chosen well. It is a secluded place, slightly out of sight and surrounded by a thick forest. But as much as this is good for them, it can also be a detriment. If others cannot see them, they cannot see others, including this evil thing I am hunting. Sitting in the tall trees today, I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of Sophia and Matilda in the garden, thanks to the extreme coverage in the forest, and the overcast. I also saw Danika watching them from her room. Her need for acceptance and belonging is what worries me. It makes her an easy target. I will need to keep a close eye on her for a while...and whatever else that may come for her.
Tonight I will scout the area and re-familiarize myself with the town. And I simply must find something to eat.
I close my journal and tuck it away in a safe place, and I prepare for the night ahead.
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