NOVEL NEXT Chapter 13: Chapter 12
Dave, who had seemingly materialized out of thin air, sprinted towards us to aid us. The man, startled by the growls of numerous werewolves that had been roused by Dave's cries, fled the scene.
"You coward! Guards! Catch that intruder!" Dave bellowed, his voice echoing through the room. He then extended his hand towards me.
Healer Cruz, who had been nearby, hastened over to us, his brow furrowed in confusion. "A surprise attack?" he inquired, his tone filled with concern.
"Luna, are you alright? You're bleeding," Dave fretted as he attempted to stem the flow of blood from my palm.
"I'm fine, please help me check around," I panted, my mind racing with worry. "Someone kidnaped Sawyer."
Healer Cruz's expression turned to one of disbelief. "How could young Master Sawyer be kidnapped, Luna?"
"Someone broke into their room and snatched Sawyer," I gasped, my heart pounding in my chest. "Asher is safe, I told him to hide in Timmy's room. Timmy is chasing after the kidnapper, but I'm so worried."
Healer Cruz's eyes widened in shock. "We must act swiftly. Luna, stay here and tend to your wound. I will contact the authorities and gather a team to search for Sawyer. We will not rest until he is found and brought back safely. In the meantime, I will inform the rest of the household and ensure everyone remains vigilant. We won't let whoever did this get away with it. Stay strong, Luna. We will bring Sawyer back to you."
Dave said, "Luna, let's go to the center room. I'll heal your wound first."
"No need for that, Dave. Sawyer hasn't drunk my blood yet--"
"It could be infected, Luna." Dave cut himself.
But not long after we stood still for a while, while I was carefully examining my hand, I noticed that my blood was becoming a very bright glittering blue light, blood that had previously been difficult to stop flowing was now completely dry and gone.
As I stared in awe at my hand, glowing with a bright blue light, Dave's concern quickly turned into curiosity.
"Luna, what's happening to your blood?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.
I shrugged, still unable to comprehend the mesmerizing sight before me. Something extraordinary was happening, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
Little did I know that this newfound phenomenon is one ability possessed by the Fae lineage, but I am a Hybrid, which is an unusual phenomenon.
I paused for a moment, considering Dave's question.
"It's possible," I replied, my voice filled with uncertainty. "Asher and Sawyer could very well be hybrids, just like me. If that's the case, then we need to be extra cautious. The involvement of Rogues would make things more dangerous."
I glanced at Dave, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you sure you don't know who kidnapped Sawyer, Luna?" Dave asked, his green eyes shining as if he were engaging in a telepathic connection with someone far away.
"Timmy said it was the Hunters."
Our crucial conversation was abruptly cut short by the deafening bell of the mansion. Dave, startled, hurried to open the door. Standing on the threshold was a tall, imposing figure wearing a long black coat and a wide-brimmed hat. He is holding a revolver in his right hand.
"Good night, are you Barbara Palvin?" he asked, his voice deep and resonant.
"I'm Barbara." I emerged from behind Dave, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Where's the intruder, Ma'am?" He holstered his revolver, taking a deep breath. "I'm Officer Drake. Got a call from 911 about a breach at your mansion. And might I ask, why build a mansion smack dab in the middle of the woods like this?"
"The intruder just fled, but we've dispatched teams to pursue them," Dave replied.
"Sorry, are you a cop?" Officer Drake interrogated Dave with a frustrated glare.
"He's my husband's right-hand man, Officer. My husband's out chasing the intruder, and I haven't heard a peep from either of them," I answered resignedly.
Officer Drake nodded and looked around the mansion, his eyes scanning the grandeur of the surroundings. "Can I have a look around your mansion?"
I nodded. "If necessary, Dave can accompany you, Officer."
"Sure thing," Officer Drake replied. "I'll need your statement as well while I investigate, ma'am."
I nodded understandingly at Officer Drake's suspicious request. Our voices echoed through the dimly lit mansion as Officer Drake and Dave began their search. As they explored the mansion, I couldn't shake off a feeling of unease that crept into the air.
"So, this intruder breaks in through the windows and with these ropes?" Officer Drake asked, examining the roped windows with a curious expression.
"Yes, officer. They barged in around 11 PM, right into my twin sons' room. My husband had just tucked them in," I recounted, my voice tinged with distress.
"So, could this intruder possibly know your husband?" Officer Drake interlocked his fingers thoughtfully.
"Perhaps a business rival or something of the sort. It's just so excessive, snatching away my innocent sons," I replied, my words heavy with a mix of worry and frustration.
"Honestly that's suck way, ma'am." Officer Drake sympathetically shook his head. Officer Drake's empathy was evident as he listened to the distressing account of the intrusion and abduction.
He took a step back momentarily, reaching for his walkie-talkie to make a call. Then he turned back to me.
"Ma'am, I'll be calling in some more officers to collect any evidence left behind here. Can I also get statements from a few folks who reside with you?"
"You can take my statement, Officer," Dave chimed in. "Actually, I saw one of those intruders attacking Luna in the kitchen."
"Luna?" Officer Drake squinted his eyes.
I nudged Dave's arm, still behaving as if we weren't humans in front of Officer Drake, who surely didn't believe werewolves were real.
"Ah, my bad, Officer. I meant Mrs. Barbara," Dave corrected himself, scratching his head awkwardly.
Officer Drake raised an eyebrow at Dave's slip of the tongue but decided not to pursue the matter further. The district attorney's objection was swiftly overruled by the judge, allowing the defense attorney to continue questioning the witness.
As the sun began to peek over the horizon, they continued scouring for any lingering fingerprints left by the intruders. However, Healer Cruz had returned with her team.
"Luna, forgive us, we haven't found Young Master Sawyer yet. But I promise we'll search again once everyone's had a brief rest and we've replenished our weapons," Healer Cruz responded.
"You must find Young Master Sawyer quickly, Healer Cruz. He possesses Royal Blood. It's extremely dangerous if the wrong people get hold of him. They could exploit Young Master Sawyer for nefarious purposes." Dave cautioned; his voice filled with concern.
Healer Cruz nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. He looked determined as he addressed the team, "We will not rest until we bring him back safely. We understand the urgency, and we will do everything in our power to locate and rescue Young Master Sawyer."
"Wait, who are you, sir?" Officer Drake approached Healer Cruz.
"Officer Drake, this is Healer Cruz," I interjected. Officer Drake looked at me, surprised by the sudden introduction.
"I don't understand, Ma'am." He wrinkled his brows in confusion.
"Our family doctor," I explained, trying to keep the secrets of our supernatural world hidden.
"Alright, were you in the mansion when the incident occurred?" Officer Drake flipped through his notes.
"Well, I was asleep here after tending to Timothee," Healer Cruz replied.
"Is your husband Timothee Hemsworth, Ma'am?" Officer Drake glanced at me with surprise.
I fell silent for a moment, then nodded awkwardly in agreement.
"Are you legally married to him, or just--"
"What are you doing, Drake?" another female officer interjected, gathering evidence.
"I was just curious because Timothee Hemsworth is so low-key. I didn't even know he had a wife and child," Officer Drake sighed.
"The rich do whatever it takes to stay low-key," Healer Cruz remarked. "If you're asking if I saw the intruder or not, the answer is no because I was sound asleep in my room. But with Dave's loud yelling, I woke up and checked the kitchen."
Officer Drake scribbled down the information, looking slightly embarrassed. He then redirected his questioning towards other potential witnesses in order to gather more information about the incident.
"There's a message in from Timmy!" Healer Cruz exclaimed, then showed us the message. "Plumeri Street 009, it's seeming he's in trouble and needs our help."
"Go after him right away!" I shouted.