Saving By My Daddy Hybrid Werewolf

Vincent jumped and fell with his back hitting the ground because he had a baby strapped to his chest. He had a hard time getting up and running to his car. Vincent drives when he's in trouble. As fast as he could, he ran away from the cops who were now after him.The baby Kyron he was holding was crying, either because he was scared or hungry. Things went wrong for Vincent because he didn't have time to buckle up the child in the car seat.“Shut up. I'm driving!” Vincent shouted at the baby. Even now, he feels bad that he brought the child with him. Little Kyron cried even more, but there was nothing he could do.Vincent took a fast turn in his small red BMW E30 Coupe. Because the car was so light, it seemed to float."Ahh..." Vincent squeaked and clenched his teeth to deal with the stress of the situation. He turned around a few times and saw that the police car was farther away each time. Vincent used the chance to go into one of the paths that led from the shop building to the hous

Vince was meant to go through a big, tall iron fence, but he fell down onto the hard surface of the block. Vincent hurt himself when he fell on the fence too."Aaahh, I must be crazy," he moaned in pain. A short time later, Vincent realized he had hit an iron fence so hard that it broke. He rose from the fence's iron surface and stood on it without making a scratch."What happened to me?" Vincent said something and looked at his hands, which were moving back and forth. He didn't know what had happened to him. When Vincent turned around to look at Kyron, he was still sitting there, as if he were waiting for Vincent to come back."I'm not myself. What did really happen? I..." Vincent again put his hand on his neck. It was time for him to eat and drink. The bite from last night was still on his fingers.Vincent had a different mood. He was changed in a big way by what happened to him.Vincent walked away with a cold face, leaving Kyron to sit there and stare at him. Kyron then crawled af

Vincent closed his eyes, enjoying the sweetness of blood that should be disgusting to normal humans. The screams of pain were like a sweet song to his ears. He was happy to hear the dying roar of his victim. The extraordinary taste of blood was now washing away his dry throat.While enjoying it, Vincent realized it and widened his eyes. He quickly let go of his bite, his mouth full of blood. The pickpocket went limp and fell to the ground, unconscious. Either he is dead or not.“Uh, what happened to me? What did I do?” Vincent panicked. He swallowed the remaining blood many times in his mouth. Meanwhile, the old man he was helping carried Kyron to check on the situation."Sir?" he called to Vincent, who was standing aside. Vincent turned his back and wiped the blood with his wrist. The old man approached Vincent, who was a little confused. He had to find out what happened to him, but what?“Sir, are you okay?” The man asked the confused Vincent. He wiped away the remaining blood befor

Vincent came out of the room with a good, fresh look. Although he was only wearing an old long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans, he looked much better. It was late afternoon, and it was time for dinner. He came over to Kyron, who was sitting on the floor, busy playing with an empty bottle."Hey..." Vincent touched Kyron, who grinned widely when he saw him. Vincent also smiled at him."You look good in those clothes, kid," said Zach while serving dinner at the dining table not far from them. Vincent just smiled as well.“Let's have dinner. I've also made porridge for your baby," said Zach again. Vincent nodded and thanked him. He picked up Kyron and put him on a chair. Because Kyron was a baby and he was too small to sit and eat in a normal adult chair, Vincent then put Kyron on his lap."Better?" Vincent asked, to which Kyron babbled as if he were saying yes."Smart boy!" said Zach, smiling.“Are you a Catholic?” Zach asked again,

“Honey, come inside. Let me talk to Vincent." Mr. Jamieson gently asked his wife to come back into the room. With a flat expression, the woman turned to go into her room. After that, Mr. Jamieson spoke to Vincent again.“Tell me the truth, Vince. What happened?" Mr. Jamieson insisted, half whispering to Vincent. Vincent turned slightly towards the door, then pulled Mr. Jamieson's arm away from the door.“Mr. Jamieson, please help me. I'm being slandered. I was accused of shooting my ex-boss, even though I wasn't the one who did it. I came to get my things!” said Vincent, also lowering his voice so as not to make a noise. Mr. Jamieson seemed to frown slightly.“The police came this afternoon to question some neighbors. Luckily, I wasn't home yet, so they couldn't do it. If what you said is true, then why would they question everyone?”Vincent took a deep sigh. He was a little hesitant to tell him what happened.&l