Charlotte Everett

My name is Charlotte Everett… or at least, that’s what they call me now. I was found barely breathing near the edge of the old forest—bruised, broken, and left for dead by those who feared what I am. My kind has always been hunted, misunderstood… blamed for things we never did. I didn’t think I’d make it. But then… you found me. Instead of walking away like the others, you carried me to safety. I remember the way your hands shook as you laid me on a bed… the quiet moment before you started treating my wounds. Maybe this time, my story won’t end in fear… but in hope.