Chapter 42

The news of rogue werewolves had spread to all supernatural beings in Northbridge City.

The Nocturnal Order arranged patrols around the city to ensure no humans were harmed by the rogue werewolves. But if any humans were injured or killed, the Nocturnal Order would have no choice but to cover it up, claiming it was the work of robbers or wild dogs.

"I thought my life would be peaceful as long as I stayed away from the front lines," Darren groaned, complaining because, for the past two days, he had been going back and forth between the Nocturnal Order and human authorities to deal with the rogue werewolf situation.

Since he was responsible for acting as the bridge between werewolves and humans, Darren had been working the hardest to resolve the crisis.

"You’re just handling papers and data." Monica rolled her eyes. "What’s so bad about that?"

"If it’s so easy, why don’t you do it instead?" Darren banged his head against the table, causing some papers to fall to the floor. He let out a soft whimper. "I couldn’t even go with my wife to visit Ashley's new kindergarten."

Monica scoffed. "I became a hunter so I wouldn’t have to deal with all those papers."

I sighed. I had listened to them argue more than five times in just two hours.

I picked up the scattered papers from the floor and placed them back on the table. "Darren, why don’t you take a break for a moment?"

"Yes, just go take a break. I can even hear your whining from my office."

Zephyr walked into the living room and then turned to me. "Do you have a minute? I want to talk to you about something."

Oh, finally!

An excuse to leave the living room and escape from those two troublemakers.

"Yes, of course." I followed Zephyr to his office. "What’s wrong? Did you find hate comments about me?"

"Hate comments? No, Samantha. There are no hate comments about you." Zephyr continued, "Actually, no one hates you."

Once we stepped into his office, Zephyr said, "Abbie from The Night Show has invited you to her show next week. Her show has high ratings, and I think it would be the perfect opportunity for you to officially return to the showbiz industry."

Aside from starring in movies, actors and actresses could boost their careers by appearing on talk shows.

I hesitated for a moment. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Zephyr leaned against his desk, arms crossed. "Of course. The Night Show isn’t just any talk show. It’s one of the most popular late-night programs, and Abbie is known for handling her guests well. This is the perfect chance to reintroduce yourself to the public on your own terms."

I bit my lip, thinking it over. It had been years since I had appeared on a talk show. I didn’t even sure I would be such an interesting guest on the talk show.

"What if they bring up my past?" I asked quietly. "I’m just ... starting to get tired of talking about me and Rowan."

At first, I had wanted to share the truth about our relationship with the public to clear my name. But now that the topic kept resurfacing, I was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

Every day, the first notification I saw upon waking up was about me and Rowan. Social media was flooded with our story once again.

I knew people meant well by spreading awareness about my experience, but in the end, it only served as a constant reminder of Rowan.

Rowan. Rowan. Rowan.

Ugh. I felt like I might throw up if I heard that name one more time.

Zephyr sighed, stepping closer. "I understand," he said gently. "That’s why I’ll make sure they don’t bring up anything you don’t want to talk about."

"They’ll provide the questions in advance, and if there’s anything you’re uncomfortable with, they won’t ask it. You’re in control here, Samantha."

"Okay." I nodded. "I’ll do it. Besides, it will be such a great opportunity to promote my up-coming movie."