บททั้งหมดของ Seducing Mr. Werewolf : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

As we made our way back to the house, I could feel the tension radiating off Abigail. Her grip on Zion was tight, and her eyes were hard with determination. I knew she felt betrayed, and part of me couldn’t blame her. But the stakes were too high to let her go off on her own, especially with the witches after Zion.Bastian walked ahead of us, his demeanor relaxed, but I knew better. He was always on high alert, especially now that he was a tribrid. His new powers made him unpredictable, even to me.When we reached the house, Bastian turned to us. “Welcome home, Abigail,” he said with a mocking bow. “I hope you find your stay comfortable.”Abigail glared at him but said nothing. I led her and Zion inside, trying to keep the peace. “You can take the guest room,” I said, guiding her down the hallway. “It’s safer if you stay close.”She didn’t respond, but she followed me. I opened the door to the guest room and stepped aside to let her in. “If you need anything, let me know,” I said, try

DAMIAN’S POVWe moved quickly towards the source of the sound. Behind a heavy curtain, we found a hidden staircase leading down into the church’s catacombs. The air grew colder as we descended, the darkness pressing in around us.At the bottom, we found a small cell. Inside, huddled against the wall, were Abigail and Zion. Relief washed over me as I rushed to the cell door, tearing it open.“Damian!” Abigail’s voice was hoarse, but the relief in her eyes mirrored my own.I pulled her and Zion into a tight embrace. “Thank God you’re safe,” I whispered, feeling the weight of the past day lift slightly.Bastian stood guard, his eyes scanning the dark corridor. “We need to get out of here. Now.”We made our way back up the stairs, moving as quickly and quietly as possible. As we reached the church’s main hall, the air shimmered, and a figure stepped out from the shadows.“Leaving so soon?” the witch’s voice was smooth, almost mocking.I tightened my grip on my weapon, stepping protectivel

Bastian, Margaret, Abigail, and I spent the next few hours planning our assault. Margaret drew a rough map of the witches’ hideout, detailing the layout and potential weak points. The tension in the room was palpable, but there was also a sense of unity. We were preparing to face a common enemy, and for the first time in a long while, it felt like we had a fighting chance. As dawn approached, we armed ourselves and set out. The forest was eerily quiet, the morning mist clinging to the trees. We moved swiftly, the only sounds the rustle of leaves and the crunch of twigs underfoot. When we reached the witches’ hideout, a sense of foreboding settled over us. The hideout was an ancient stone structure, half-buried in the earth and covered in creeping vines. Dark energy pulsed around it, a testament to the power gathered within. Bastian signaled for us to spread out, and we moved into position. Margaret and I would create a diversion at the front, while Bastian and Abigail would circl

DAMIEN POVDays turned into weeks, and Abigail’s training continued. She grew stronger and more confident with each passing day, her determination unyielding. Zion watched us train, his eyes wide with fascination.“Mommy’s strong,” he said one day, looking up at Abigail with pride.“Yes, she is,” I agreed, ruffling his hair. “And she’s doing it all for you.”Zion beamed, his innocent smile a reminder of what we were fighting for. Our family, our future.One evening, as we sat around the fire, Margaret approached me with a serious expression. “There’s something you need to know.”I looked at her, sensing the gravity of her words. “What is it?”Margaret glanced at Abigail and Bastian before continuing. “The witches are not just after Zion for his powers. They believe he is the key to an ancient prophecy—one that could tip the balance of power in their favor permanently.”Abigail’s face paled. “What prophecy?”Margaret took a deep breath. “The prophecy speaks of a child born of mixed blo

DAMIAN POVThe next few weeks were a flurry of activity as we prepared for the inevitable return of the witches. Our home became a fortress, fortified with both physical and magical defenses. Bastian and I continued to train Abigail, pushing her to her limits to ensure she was ready for anything.Our alliance with the other supernatural factions grew stronger, each group bringing their unique strengths to our cause. Lucian and his vampires provided surveillance and intelligence, their nocturnal nature making them perfect for night patrols. Alaric and the werewolves patrolled the forest, their keen senses alert for any sign of the witches.Margaret worked tirelessly on strengthening the protective wards and researching new spells to counter the witches’ magic. Her knowledge and dedication were invaluable, and despite our rocky past, I found myself trusting her more each day.One evening, as we gathered around the fire, a sense of camaraderie filled the air. We had become a family of so