Hazel felt a growing confusion as the three of them returned home. She stood at a corner and observed the commotion between Ruben, Wyatt, and Silas. Wyatt hadn't said a word to her about where he was going or when he would be back."Are there any signs of rogues performing this act?" Wyatt questioned, locking his gaze on Silas."No."What was Silas talking about? Didn't Wyatt kill the six men who came to harm her? Were those people merchants or rogues, as Dimitry had mentioned earlier? She wanted to ask, but looking at the serious atmosphere, she hesitated, afraid of making Wyatt angry. Wyatt loaded a gun on his belt, and as his gaze met Hazel's face, her mind raced with questions. Was he going somewhere? Was he planning to kill someone today?"It could be dangerous, Wyatt. We have to be careful. Last time, they attacked you in the very same place, and now they killed the merchants," Silas warned, his voice carrying a note of caution.Wyatt hadn't given her any information about where
Hazel wandered into the garden, where her newfound rabbit friend eagerly awaited its morning treat. She offered a handful of vegetables, particularly favoring the carrots.Wyatt's voice, unexpectedly close, made her turn. He held two coffee mugs in his hands."So you two have become friends," he remarked, kneeling beside her.Hazel cradled the bunny in her hands, rubbing its nose affectionately. Wyatt issued a playful warning, "Be careful; it might just bite your nose."She raised an eyebrow, gently placing the bunny back in the garden. "And what are you doing here?""I thought the morning looked good, so I came to keep an eye on you," he confessed."And where is your... overnight guest?" Hazel teased, not bothering to look at him. Unbeknownst to her, Wyatt's expression shifted, realizing she had no knowledge of him sleeping next to her the previous night."Speaking of which, you scared off my overnight guest yesterday," Wyatt responded with a smirk.Hazel noticed the playful spark i
The absence screamed betrayal, and Wyatt's anger burned hot within him, uncertainty biting at his thoughts. Hazel's defiance, running from his mansion, took him by surprise. He threw her journal across the room in frustration."Wyatt, calm down. There must be a reason for this. She wouldn't act without cause," Ruben tried to reason, but Wyatt's anger clouded his judgment."Take her scent and lead the way," Wyatt commanded, his tone unyielding. Ruben, without a word, started to track her scent, leading them to the pottery house."She ran through the woods," Ruben reported. Wyatt's hand clenched into a fist. The recklessness of Hazel's actions, knowing that rogues lurked nearby, fueled his frustration."How long has she been here?" Wyatt questioned Miss Antonio, seeking every detail."How long do you think it'll take for her to reach the highway through the woods?" Wyatt questioned, impatience seeping into his tone.Ruben considered the route, responding, "It's a longer path. I estimate
The morning sun cast a warm glow across Hazel's room, and as she stretched in her bed, she noticed the unusual brightness. Glancing at the clock, her eyes widened in surprise—it was already eleven. She couldn't recall the last time she had slept in so late, but the realization faded when her gaze drifted around the room.A burst of color caught her attention—a vibrant bouquet of flowers adorning her bedside table. Hazel's eyes sparkled with delight as she hopped out of bed to get a closer look. Amidst the blooms, a small note lay nestled.The note brought a smile to her face, and with a newfound excitement, Hazel jumped out of her bed. As she read the message, "Good morning. I hope you like the flowers," she arched her brows in surprise, trying to unravel the mystery of the anonymous sender. Perhaps Dimitry? She thought. After finishing her morning routine, Hazel dressed herself in a mustard mandala print top paired with a flowing blue skirt that fell gracefully to her knees. Ready to
Hazel felt an overwhelming sense of newness in this unfamiliar world swarming with supernatural beings, knowing that the man who brought her here was nearby offered a sense of comfort, providing reassurance in case things took an unexpected turn. Lyra, with an unwelcoming gesture, assigned Hazel tasks and handed her study materials. It was more like reliving her medical studies, only this time for supernatural beings. On her first day, Hazel found herself more interested in the orientations and the newfound friendship with Carol."Here is your identification card," Carol extended; a distant commotion echoed from the hallway, carrying news from the battleground.“Come on, let's go,” Carol urged, excitement evident in her voice.“Where?” Hazel questioned, intrigued by Carol's enthusiasm.“To the battleground, where our pack warriors used to get trained,” Carol explained, sprinting towards the glass walls that revealed the lively scene outside."I'm sorry if this sounds stupid, but what
For the past seven days, Hazel immersed herself in the excitement of her new adventurous job. Meanwhile, Wyatt delved into uncovering intriguing details about a hidden enemy.An unknown entity had conducted experiments on werewolves by introducing vampire blood into their system. This resulted in a significant slowdown of their healing powers. Despite postmortem examinations on four bodies, Wyatt's pack remained puzzled about how to trigger the werewolves' healing abilities and, more importantly, the identity and motives behind this mysterious manipulation. As Wyatt engaged in his routine morning business meeting, his thoughts were consumed by the upcoming discussion with Beta Aidan. A soft knock interrupted Wyatt's intense discussion with his warriors. Hazel cautiously peeked into his office, a reminder in her eyes about their impending hospital visit. Wyatt gestured for her to wait, immersed in guiding his team through the complexities of the looming threat.Hazel patiently waited
The morning sun cast a soft glow on the room as Hazel woke up quietly, her gaze shifting to Wyatt, who was still asleep next to her. She studied his face, but the trust she had started to build crumbled after yesterday's events. The sense of security shattered as questions lingered in her mind. How could he leave her there, exposed and vulnerable? Her pleas and screams went unheard, and the betrayal stung.A heaviness settled in her throat, and water blurred her vision as she grappled with a torrent of emotions. She questioned the path her life was taking, wondering if this was how she would spend her days. With a sigh, she grabbed her pillow and silently walked out, leaving Wyatt undisturbed.In the quiet of the morning, she prepared herself for the day at the hospital, each step carrying the weight of the unresolved tension between her and Wyatt. Descending to the breakfast table, her usual smile was absent. With no words exchanged, she quietly finished her breakfast, the atmosphere
Tears silently streamed down Hazel's face as she sat alone, her thoughts consumed by Wyatt. The weight of worry pressed on her, and a perplexing concern for him gripped her heart. As morning came, there was still no news of him, and Wyatt had been missing for more than twenty-four hours. Restlessly, she paced around the room, muttering to herself, "Where are you, Ruben? Where are you, Wyatt?" Every beat of her heart seemed to echo Wyatt's name, and the silence only intensified her anxiety. Hazel made a decision not to go to the hospital; her mind couldn't focus on her work amidst the worry for the man who seemed to be the only one she could trust. She messaged Carol, letting her know she wouldn't be coming in. As the minutes ticked by, and there was still no news of Wyatt, she found it increasingly challenging to compose herself. The growing unease settled in her chest, and the quiet of her surroundings intensified the worry.***The evening descended with an air of urgency as Ruben