17.Supernatural

Mia Miller.

I put on a coat, hid my hair under the hood, and slipped out unnoticed, following Ethan and his men through the night. I was determined to find my son, and nothing would stop me. If he really thought I would stay behind, he was wrong.

He didn’t know me.

I quietly took one of Ethan’s cars from the garage.

Driving as carefully as possible, I kept a safe distance from Ethan’s car and the others. Their taillights were my only guide, and I prayed no one would look in the rearview mirror and see me following. At every turn they took, I mirrored their movements cautiously, trying not to raise suspicion.

Fear clung to me like a shadow. What if Ethan discovered me? What would he do? I knew he was dangerous. But that fear wasn’t enough to stop me. My love for my son was stronger.

After some time, they finally stopped in a deserted area, surrounded by dense, dark trees. I waited for a moment before pulling over at a safe distance and turning off the headlights. I scanned my surroundings, making sure no one was nearby, then stepped out of the car.

“Where the hell did they take my son?” I whispered, eyeing the awful place.

Lorenzo was only two years old. I was sure this had something to do with his father. That bastard.

My hand instinctively reached for the knife I had hidden at my waist. It was the only thing I had to protect myself, but honestly, I didn’t feel safe with it.

As I approached the warehouse, I could hear voices, though I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I was scared, but the image of Lorenzo—lost and alone—gave me the strength to keep going.

A desperate mother was capable of anything. And besides, I didn’t trust Ethan...

And I never would.

Following Ethan and his men, I moved cautiously through the forest, each step meticulously calculated to avoid making noise. The air around me was heavy with tension, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The silence was unsettling, broken only by the occasional rustle in the distance or the muffled voices coming from the warehouse.

As I got closer to the group, I noticed that the atmosphere seemed to shift. The shadows moved in eerie ways, and a chilling sensation ran down my spine. That was when I saw something that nearly made my heart stop.

One of the men with Ethan began to change. His skin stretched and twisted in impossible ways. In an instant, he was no longer human. Where a man had stood just moments ago, now there was a massive wolf, its eyes glowing like embers in the darkness. My body froze, my eyes wide in horror as I watched the transformation, unable to believe what I was seeing.

“What the fuck is this?!” I almost screamed but quickly covered my mouth.

My heart pounded, my entire body trembling uncontrollably.

I was terrified, absolutely certain I was hallucinating. This couldn’t be real. Men didn’t turn into wolves. That was impossible. And yet, I had just witnessed the impossible.

My hands were sweating so much that I could barely hold the knife at my waist. Even so, I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I had to keep going. Lorenzo was in there, and he needed me.

Taking a deep breath, I forced my feet to move, even though every cell in my body screamed at me to run. I followed the men, moving even more slowly now, my entire body on high alert. The feeling of being watched wouldn’t leave me.

Suddenly, something grabbed me from behind. A strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me into the darkness. I screamed, but the sound was muffled by a heavy hand clamping over my mouth. My body struggled, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he growled.

I thrashed, but the man’s strength was overwhelming. He dragged me away from the group, to a place where no one could see us. This was it.

Oh my God, what had I gotten myself into?

Before I could fully grasp what was happening, I heard a sharp, sickening sound. The man holding me collapsed to the ground with a dull thud. Gasping, I turned and saw Ethan standing over him, his face twisted in fury and determination.

“Are you insane?” Ethan hissed, his eyes burning with rage. “You could have died, Mia! I told you to stay home, are you stupid?!”

“I…”

Still trembling, I tried to find my voice, but nothing came out. All I could think about was the creature I had seen, the horrifying transformation still burned into my mind.

“You could’ve ruined everything, Mia. Next time you disobey me, I’ll let you die.”

How could he say that? He was a monster—cold and cruel. His eyes held no emotion. His hands were warm, yet they sent chills through me.

He terrified me.

“I needed to see my son. I needed to be here.”

“Your problem is that you’re stubborn. You mess up everything. You never told me I had a son. You let him get kidnapped, and your father died because you’re a fucking idiot!” he shouted.

His words cut through me like a blade. My eyes burned with unshed tears.

What if Ethan was right? What if all I did was make mistakes?

“Look… This isn’t the time to argue!” he snarled, snapping me out of my thoughts with his cold, sharp tone. “We’re close to finding Lorenzo. If you want to help, shut up and follow my orders. Now.”

I nodded quickly, my body still trembling from fear and adrenaline. Ethan was right. There was no time to fight. I was terrified, but Lorenzo was close, and I would do anything to hold him in my arms again.

Of all the things that had happened in a matter of seconds, the image of that man turning into a wolf couldn’t be real.

The supernatural world didn’t exist.