As they broke off their heated moment of passion, Morris gave room for Emma to go change into something comfy. They spent the rest of the day, playing card games and getting to know themselves.When night came, Morris took the room he slept in the previous night, while Emma got the comfy bedroom. It was a dilemma of fighting to stay apart even though they desperately wanted the comfort of each other.Emma woke up in the middle of the night, her body drenched in sweat. She had been dreaming about her parents' murder again. It was a recurring nightmare that had haunted her for years, but this time it was different.In the dream, she saw herself being killed as well. It was a horrific image, and it had left her trembling and scared.She sat up in bed, trying to calm herself down. She prayed that she hadn't been screaming and thrashing as always, as it would wake Morris up. She took deep breaths, trying to push the nightmare out of her mind.But the more she attempted to forget, the more
Her eyes dazzled from Clyde's fading body to the kid's lifeless body. There was nothing she could do to save him. He was gone. Making up her mind, Emma took out her phone and dialed the emergency number. Her hands were shaking, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. After a few rings, a woman's voice answered.“911, what's your emergency?” the operator asked.“I just witnessed a murder,” Emma said, trying to steady her voice.“Can you give me your location?”“I'm at 87th Street and Lexington Avenue, Minnesota.”“Okay, officers are on their way. Can you describe what happened?”“I saw a man kill a kid. He had a gun, and he shot him in the chest. The man's name is Clyde, and he's wearing a black hoodie and jeans,” she lied. Oh, that was complicated. How would the fang marks on the kid's neck be explained? Did she just worsen the situation?“Did you see where he went?”“No, he ran off as soon as he shot the kid,” she lied again.“Okay, stay where you are. Officers will be t
By evening, Emma was ready to get something off her chest. She had a quick dinner made by Morris's chef and sat with him. First, it was friendly that he had a tracker in the watch he gifted her without letting her know. Second, she was grateful that she was looking out for her.Again, Morris had her open up about the entire incident. But, she left the narration of werewolves and Clyde's true identity and the fact that he was her mate as it was called in their world. That was too much unnecessary information. Morris had light snacks made with fruits. He made a cozy outdoor cinema in his garden and had Emma stay with him as they watched a romantic comedy show while snacking. To comfort Emma, he made sure he had her wrapped around him and occasionally kissed her, which she returned. Deep into the night, they fell asleep in each other's arms.Their sleep was cut short in the early hours of the morning when she was asked to turn herself in as fresh evidence had been found against her. Wit
Again, the Chief slammed his hand on the best out of annoyance. “You don't call the shots here. I do. What do you think this is? Your world?”Comfortably, “you just used a slot. Remaining two,” Clyde said, holding the Chief's gaze.“You must be kidding me.”“You're wasting both our time,” Clyde reminded him.When he saw the seriousness in Clyde's demeanor, he sat. He desperately needed him to talk. “Who are you?” he demanded.Clyde simply smiled and shook his head. “That's not relevant,” he said. “What's important is who you've been looking for.”The Chief gritted his teeth. “We've been looking for you for weeks. Who are you? What's your real name?”Clyde laughed. “Oh, my real name is the least of your concerns,” he said. “What you should be worried about is what the psychopath doing all this is capable of.”The Chief narrowed his eyes. “What are you talking about?”Clyde leaned forward, his eyes blazing with intensity. “I didn't do it,” he said. “Because I'm innocent, that's why I'm
Emma and Clyde were taken into custody again, this time, both were placed in adjacent cells. Emma couldn't believe she was going through all this. It felt like she was a hamster running on a wheel. She had dedicated her entire career to bringing criminals to justice, and now she found herself on the other side of the bars.As she sat on the hard cot, nursing her aching heart and trying to make sense of the situation, she heard a commotion outside. Shouts and screams echoed through the corridors, and she could hear the sound of shattering glass.Initially, she ignored it as well as whatever Clyde was saying. It was normal for the station to witness such chaos from criminals trying to get arrested once in a while. Also, she didn't want to hear a word from Clyde. Instead, she focused her thoughts on Morris. Thinking about what they would've been doing if they were together.Suddenly, the door to her cell burst open, and several men dressed in black stormed in, brandishing weapons. Emma s
Even with the blazing restriction on his nerves due to the poison traveling through every system in his body, Clyde saw a survivor who was one of the attackers. He grabbed him by the neck and dashed for the woods. He could self-heal but needed time to do that.“I'll only ask once. Who put you up to this?” he queried the attacker as he flew into midair with him, barely holding his collar.Fear overwhelmed the masked man as he kicked his hanging feet, begging for his dear life. “I'll tell you everything. It's Jim Copley. He…”Clyde let him loose from that height, blanking whatever he wanted to say. The landing attacker's yells filled the forest.Clyde's mind was racing with anger and fear as he made his way to Jim Copley's heavily guarded mansion. He knew that he had to confront the man responsible for the attack on the police station, and he didn't care what it took to get his revenge. Also, it was possible because he picked a peculiar scent from the guy he had interrogated and followe
Two days passed and Emma was still unconscious. He stayed with her at all times, telling her stories and occasionally cleaning her. He also made sure the room was neat with lots of flowers that gave the room a nice scent.During the afternoon, he made his way to her side as usual. He reached out to touch her hand, his eyes closed in concentration. And then, he felt a surge of energy, a connection between them that he had never felt before.He focused his mind, his thoughts reaching out to her, trying to will her back to consciousness. If only he could. It was an attempt to tell her he missed her.And then, it happened. Emma's eyes fluttered open, her hand gripping Morris's tightly.“Morris?” she whispered, her voice weak but filled with hope.He smiled down at her, happiness contouring his face. “I'm here, Emma. I'm here.”He spent the next few days by her side, watching as she slowly began to recover. The hospital room was small and sterile, with white walls and a single window that
Emma stood still like time froze, staring up at the ceiling. Morris was beside her, trying to hold her hand, his eyes trained on her face.For a moment, there was silence. Emma's mind was racing with questions, doubts, and fears. She needed answers, but she didn't know where to start.Finally, she turned to Morris. “How did we meet?” she asked, her voice low.Morris looked at her, confusion written all over his face. “What do you mean?” he asked.Emma took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. “I mean, did you seek me out on purpose? Or did we meet by chance?”Morris's face went blank. “I don't understand,” he said.Emma's heart sank. She had hoped that Morris would understand what she was getting at, but it seemed like he was either playing dumb or genuinely didn't know.“You just heard Clyde and by what he said, it can only mean that you sort after me,” Emma said, her voice shaky.Morris's eyes widened in surprise. “Surely, you can't believe what he's saying