Chapter 5 THE WOLVES

HARPER'S POV

I couldn't bear not to help those wolves, maybe my actions were instinctive and helping them, especially since they had children with them, I didn't even think about myself in those moments, I didn't even go in in my mind if I can handle those goons even if they say I know martial arts e. With the size of those men's bodies, I wondered if I could handle them, especially since it was my first time to fight those creatures.

I know I'm strong and capable but like my children I'm also one of what daddy told me before and daddy made me drink medicine so I can't use my unique strength eventually. but after I gave birth to twins, I no longer take that medicine, I only take vitamins like the twins. so the daddy left again to get that ingredient in france so he could create a medicine again to hide the twins' unique strength.

I remember those werewolves now, I fervently pray that they've found sanctuary - a place of refuge where they are protected from the ravenous beasts that hunt them I hope and pray that they are safe and sound in a place that is free from any danger. As for me, Id still have work to do and im late now, The battle that I was just fighting was intense and grueling, leaving me exhausted and a bit disoriented. And my phone got lost .

In the midst of all the chaos, I must have dropped my cellphone as I can't seem to locate it.

As I continue to search for my phone, I start to feel even more panicked. What if I can't find it? How will I know what's going on with my loved ones? But then I hear it - the familiar ringing that signals an incoming call. My heart races as I try to locate the source of the sound. And after a few tense moments, I spot my phone lying in the distance.

I breathe a sigh of relief as I reach out to pick it up. It's a nurse on duty calling me, wondering why I haven't showed up yet. I quickly explain my situation to her, thanking her for reminding me of my duties. As I head off to the hospital, I can't shake off the feeling of unease.

resilience and immunity. It was then that I understood the true value of the gift that my father had given me, the hidden blade knife.

As an 18-year-old, I did not fully comprehend the significance of the gift that my father had bestowed upon me. I had just assumed that he had purchased it because he liked it. However, as time passed, I started to understand the true value of this knife, especially after I became pregnant and was confronted with a difficult pregnancy. My father had warned me of the importance of knowing who the father of my child was, but I had dismissed his advice as mere threats.

But then, as I struggled through a difficult birth and my children grew ill, I realized the importance of my father's advice. It turned out that my children needed a specific kind of blood to survive and thrive, and my father knew it all along. He had seen the signs in my dreams and had tried to warn me about the potential complications that I might face.

Through his knowledge and experience, my father was able to create a medicine that helped my children develop resilience and immunity, ultimately saving their lives. The hidden blade knife that I had dismissed as a simple gift turned out to be an invaluable tool that my father had given me to protect myself and my family.

So, I am forever grateful to my father for giving me this precious gift and for always looking out for me and my loved ones, even when I didn't listen to his advice initially. Without his foresight, my children may not have survived and I would not have been able to protect and care for them as I did. My father's gift was truly a gift of love and protection, one that I will forever cherish and hold close to my heart.

As a child, I was convinced that vampires and werewolves were simply creations of the imagination. After all, my understanding of these creatures was formed solely through the books that I would read and the movies and television shows that I would watch. So when my father told me about a person that I had dreamt about who happened to be a vampire, I couldn't help but retain some level of skepticism. As much as I wanted to believe my father, part of me wondered if he was simply trying to scare me with a spooky tale. Nevertheless, I followed my father's lead and did my best to remain vigilant.

It wasn't until much later, when I found myself pregnant at a young age that I realized the truth about vampires and other supernatural creatures. I had always struggled with fertility, and the prospect of carrying twins was something that I never could have imagined. As I began to feel the weight of my growing belly and the life inside of me, I knew that there was something different about this pregnancy. It was then that I realized that my father had been telling the truth.

Now, as I navigate the joys and challenges of motherhood, I can't help but think about the supernatural realm that exists in our world. I know that at some point in my life, I will cross paths with vampires and werewolves again. Though I try to keep things as normal as possible for the sake of my children, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement at the possibility of encountering these legendary beings once more. As I continue on my journey through life, I look forward to seeing what else the world has in store for me and my loved ones.

Harper, someone seeks you out for intel," my nursing comrade relayed. "Are you certain?" I replied, trying to sound unworried. It was highly implausible for anyone to search for me without prior notice.

my mind raced with thoughts about who could be looking for me and what kind of information they were after. It was a strange feeling, being sought after like this. I tried to stay calm and rational, reminding myself that it was unlikely to be anything serious. After all, if it had been an emergency, I would have been contacted directly.

But then, my mind began to wander to some recent events that had me feeling less than secure. Just the other day, I had experienced something that left me shaken - something that I couldn't shake off. I decided to confide in my father about it, hoping he could offer some reassurance.

Upon hearing my concerns, my father had immediately rushed back to the Philippines to help me get organized for a quick departure if necessary.

As I stood there looking at the teenage boy, I couldn't believe how much he had changed. The bloody, frightened child I had rescued from the wolves just a few days ago had transformed into a confident young man. His once-torn clothing was now clean and he had a sturdy backpack slung over his shoulder. He was standing in front of me with a group of majestic wolves, his face beaming with gratitude.

I was taken aback by his presence. "You? I thought you had already left," I said. My mind immediately raced to the night when I had found him. He had been injured and bleeding, surrounded by the vampires . It was only through sheer luck and quick thinking that I had managed to save his life.

"Who are you with?" I continued, my curiosity getting the better of me. It was not every day that I saw a group of wild wolves calmly standing beside a teenage boy. "With them, we're just leaving," he replied. "I just want to return your car. We didn't say thank you the other day."

"Don't worry about that," I said, dismissing his offer to return my car. "How are you? Are you okay?" I wanted to know if he had fully recovered from his injuries. His response was reassuring, "We're fine. We're just leaving for Africa. We just want to know if you're fine, so we thought we'd come here."

"How did you know my name and where I work?" I asked in astonishment. His reply took me by surprise. "Your bag and wallet were in your car. We found your ID, so we stopped by to say goodbye and thank you."

His words filled my heart with warmth. He handed me the keys to my car and quickly left with the wolves. As I watched him disappear into the distance, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the young man he had become. He lost hes family but still he was full of determination to fight for those vampires. His journey to Africa was sure to be full of challenges, but I knew he was ready for them.

I have always been fascinated by the supernatural - books and movies about vampires, werewolves, and other mythical creatures have always captured my imagination. However, when I found myself in a situation where I had to help a group of werewolves, I realized that the depictions of these creatures in the media were not always accurate.

Contrary to what I had believed, not all werewolves were vicious creatures out to destroy vampires. As I interacted with the werewolves that I had helped, I began to realize that they too had families, dreams, and aspirations just like any human being. They were not the bloodthirsty monsters that the media had painted them to be.

But this revelation also made me more aware of the challenges that supernatural beings faced in a world that did not understand or accept them. My sons, for instance, had always shown signs of abnormal growth and strength even at a young age. While I loved them dearly, I knew that their differences could make them targets of persecution.

My greatest fear was not the supernatural beings themselves, but the mortals who would be intrigued by their differences and would want to study or experiment on them. I was terrified of the idea that my sons could be taken away from me and subjected to cruel and inhumane treatment.

As I reflect on my experiences, I am reminded that there is always more to a story than what we see in the media. We must be open-minded and willing to learn about different perspectives, even if they may challenge our assumptions. And above all, we must continue to fight for the rights and protection of those who are marginalized and misunderstood.

It was a typical day at work when suddenly my phone rang. On the other end of the line was my son, Ilac. I could sense fear in his voice and my heart immediately started to race. "Mom come home please," he urgently pleaded. I could feel the urgency in his voice and I knew that something was terribly wrong.

My mind raced as I tried to calm myself and understand what was happening. Ilac quickly confessed that he hadn't kept his promise to me to not harm others. I didn't know what to think. My son had always been a responsible child, and I couldn't imagine him knowingly hurting someone. But then, he explained that the people he had come in contact with were far different from anything he had experienced before.

I started to feel even more nervous. My children had special abilities, and I had always instructed them to use them in case of an emergency. I hoped that Ilac hadn't forgotten and that he would use his powers to protect himself and others if he needed to.

Fortunately, my work hours were about to end, and I quickly approached our head to explain the situation. They knew about my twins and didn't hesitate to grant me permission to leave work. I was filled with both worry and relief at the same time.

As I rushed home, all kinds of thoughts ran through my head. What kind of danger was my son in? What had happened to make him break his promise? Would he be able to protect himself with his abilities?

I became aware of the creatures to which my son was referring well before I reached my vehicle.

When I finally arrived home, I was met with a sight I wasn't prepared for. There was a large group of strangers who had appeared in front of our home. They were unlike anything we had seen before--dressed in dark clothing and looking foreboding.

I hurriedly texted my son, telling him to stay put and not to move from where he was. I then quickly made my way back inside the house, my heart pounding with anxiety. What awaited me inside was a horrific scene that left me reeling in shock.

As I stepped into the house, my eyes fell upon the prone form of our beloved Nanny Anita, who had been with our family for years. Beside her was the lifeless body of one of our maids, who had only recently joined our household. The sight was so gruesome that I almost let out a scream, but I managed to cover my mouth in time. I was overcome with tears and fear, not knowing what had happened to my children and if they were safe.

I was terrified when I saw the vampire notice me. I knew I had to be quick if I wanted to survive this encounter. My heart was pounding in my chest as I stood frozen, staring at the terrifying figure. Suddenly, I heard a loud crash behind me. I turned my head quickly, only to see that I had accidentally hit a delicate vase with my baseball bat.

That's when the vampire noticed me. It saw me and quickly moved towards me. My instincts kicked in and I grabbed my baseball bat, hoping it would be enough to protect myself from this creature. I took a swing at it, aiming for its head. But to my surprise, this vampire was much stronger than the one I had fought before.

As I swung the bat, I struggled to keep my grip. The vampire was quick, and before I knew it, it had me in its grip. I began to panic, frantically looking around for anything I could use to defend myself. I saw a broken tool on the ground and instinctively grabbed it, lunging at the vampire with all my might.

I was surprised when the vampire suddenly bit me on the arm. At first, I thought it was the end for me. But then I remembered something that my dad had taught me. He had always warned me about the "poison" in my blood, something that he and I had hidden for years; something that we had discovered accidentally when I was injured and our chicken stepped on it.

The vampire had made a huge mistake by biting me. My blood was like acid, and I knew that if the vampire tasted even a little bit of it, it would begin to burn from the inside out. I knew that I had to fight with everything I had if I wanted to survive this encounter.

Despite my fear, I remained determined to protect myself and those around me. I swung the broken tool with all my might, striking the vampire with a fierce blow that sent it tumbling to the ground. As I stepped back, panting heavily from the exertion, I realized that there were four people in the house with me. The battle had taken a huge toll on me, and many tools were broken from all the fighting.

But in that moment, as I looked around at the wreckage, I knew that I had done what I needed to do to protect myself and those I loved. Despite the danger.

The adrenaline rush that I felt was overwhelming as I ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time, to see what was happening. As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard the sounds of commotion and fighting coming from my sons' room. My initial thought was that they were simply roughhousing in the midst of a game, but as I peered through the slightly cracked door, I knew that this was not the case.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw the group of vampires attacking my sons. In that moment, I froze, not knowing what to do or how to react. Deep down, I knew that my sons were strong and resilient, but seeing them fight off vampires was something I had never anticipated. My mind raced through various scenarios of what I could do to help, but I was paralyzed by fear.

As I entered my sons' room, I saw that the vampires were getting the upper hand. However, my sons quickly rallied and began to fight back with a ferocity that surprised even me. It was as if they had been training for this moment their entire lives.

Together, we fought off the vampires, driving them away from our home and ensuring our safety. Once the danger had passed, I breathed a sigh of relief and hugged my sons tightly. I was beyond proud of them and their courage in the face of danger.

As we sat together, recounting the events of the night, I thanked my lucky stars that my sons were able to protect our home. However, I couldn't help but feel concerned about the possibility of future attacks. It was clear that we needed to be more vigilant and prepared, in case the vampires decided to return.

Overall, the experience was terrifying, but it also showed me the strength and bravery of my sons. It was a reminder that, as a family, we need to always be wary of potential dangers and be ready to face them head-on.

Id call the police and ambulance that night to get the body of Yaya Anita and our maid. On that night I decided to go in hotel to spend the night there. Id call my Dad about what happened on us.