**Cassie's Point of View**I THOUGHT my new work would be more chaotic than my last one, but by chance, I met another unique and difficult supervisor.Dale is crazy crap, there is no denying that, and what I am saying is true, yet to my surprise, he is far superior to Derek.Dale possesses legendary vampire features. His face and figure are enticing, just as in vampire tales and movies. He is tall and pale, and his hair is a dark raven color. His lips are always red and wet, he has a sharp jawline and almond eyes, or, to put it another way, he is devilishly attractive."You know what, Ms. Cassie, you should confess what you truly feel towards me," he continued, smirking. He sits at his table, eats some red apples, and does nothing! He's so aggravating, but at least I know he's not alone. "Shut up, jerk. "If you talk like that again, I'll call Alice," I said. He laughed. Yes, I met his human mate, who is an amazing person. At the very least, I'm no longer worried about potential relat

**Cassie’s POV**"That is a mere puppet," I said to myself. Whoever that witch is, she is not a normal one. She is powerful enough to create a powerful puppet; this is so alarming.I went home, and Derek, Art, and my son Charlie were waiting for me. They look worried, but little did they know I was stronger than they thought. I am not a simple woman, but instead, I am a pack warrior."I should just drive and pick you up," Derek said to me, and it looks like I made them worried."I am fine; whoever is the suspect, she cannot harm me." That is true, but it does not mean I should let my guard down.To stop them from further interrogating me, I cooked our dinner and served them a delicious meal. Art also decided to stay here for a while. He is a retired military officer, so he said that we are safe here as long as he is here.The three boys are sleeping right now. Of course, my apartment is not as spacious as it could be, so we all stayed together in the living room to set up our beds.I

**Cassie's Point of View**I'm having trouble dealing with Derek attempting to get to my workplace, but I told him I'd be too busy to entertain him. I have something planned for these days that either of those two individuals is attempting to complicate, but I am allowing them to do so since they cannot interfere with my plans for the day."Here we are," Dale exclaimed as we came to a halt in the midst of the day beneath this iconic bridge in Claybourne City. Is he playing a joke on me? Because if I learn that my boss is doing another blunder, I will consider putting holy water into his favorite wine bottle, which sounds like a fantastic strategy."First and foremost, I am not messing with you! I recognize that expression; are you planning to kill me again?" In horror, Dale responded, "Good, at least he understood his assignment.""What's the deal with this place?" "I assumed you'd lead me down the path of the hidden society," I told him. It's quite hot here!He smirks before handing

**Cassie’s POV**His question is not something that I can easily answer. Because I also asked that myself.What is holding me back from love again? Or is this love? Should I forget him to open another chapter in my life? Is that how it works? I don't know; I am also confused.But all of my worries turned into bubbles and disappeared immediately as Derek suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace."Don't mind my question; I am not forcing you, and I don't want to pressure you. I want you to know that I can be content with you being on my side rather than not being with you. I just wanted to tell you that the darkest day of my life was when you left me, and I thought I would never see you again. So don't mind my question; I will wait as long as you are by my side. After all, I am not planning to give up, but to show you how much I love you," Derek said to me in the most sincere way I could ever ask for.When he said those words to me, I felt like I could finally breathe again. I hope he wi

**Dax's POV**My name is Dax Wood, and I currently reside in Claybourne City. I am a former member of the military who is part-American and half-Mexican. It had been less than a year since that unfortunate event occurred. In my head, everything is still as distinct as if it were made of glass. I am aware of how hazardous the nature of my work used to be. I swore an oath to defend the nation in every way possible, even if it meant giving up my own life. But I had no idea that it would turn out to be so incredibly different from what I had imagined it would be.I am a member of a special unit that is currently engaged in combat during a war. The sounds of a fire gun and explosions are never something I find myself missing. I was under the impression that designing was a component of my commitment; however, I had no idea that when I opened my eyes, I would see, I would watch, and I would be unable to do anything other than watch as terrorists ruthlessly murdered my soldiers, my friend,