After hanging up, I drove onto the mountain road heading down.
The night was heavy, the moon hidden by thick clouds, and the mountains were oppressively silent.
But before long, I noticed something unusual–behind me, a car had been following, keeping its distance, neither fast nor slow, like the controlled breathing of a lurking beast
I deliberately changed routes several times, trying to shake it off, but the other party seemed to sense my intentions and stuck to me precisely.
That wasn’t something an ordinary person could do.
Unease suddenly welled up in my heart.
Just as I was driving into a forest path, the car suddenly shook violently-“Bang!” There was an explosive sound, the
tire was punctured, the car skidded hard and crashed into a roadside snow pile before stopping.
I almost immediately unbuckled my seatbelt and fumbled for my phone to call the police.
Before I could dial the number, a heavy knocking sound exploded in my ear.
I turned around sharply to see a strange man standing outside the car window, tall and wearing a black windbreaker with the scent of wind and snow.
Before I could react, he spoke coldly: “Don’t be afraid. I’m someone Adrian sent to protect you. Call me Dane.”
I was stunned. “…You’re a werewolf from Black Mountain Pack?”
“Yes.”
He took out a black badge with the faint tribal markings of Black Mountain Pack visible, along with an inscription carved into the metal–this was the symbol of Adrian’s direct guards.
“Someone’s targeting you.”
Dane then took out a new phone and handed it to me. “If you sometimes can’t reach Alpha Adrian thr mindlink, use this phone to leave him messages. Your current phone might be monitored.”
I took the phone. “Thank you.”
“Alpha Adrian wants you to report your safety after you get the phone,” Dane said.
“Alright.”
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Dane drove the car to a hidden section without surveillance
I dialed the number, and it was answered almost immediately on the first ring: “Aurora, how are you now?”
His voice was low and hoarse, with a trace of anxiety.
“I’m fine, don’t worry.” I tried to make my voice sound calm,
“Mm…” He paused, his voice becoming lower, “I mean–did he hurt you?”
Adrian stood on the highest rooftop, facing the bitter cold wind, against a backdrop of gray–blue night sky, dawn not yet breaking. The pitch–black night outlined his silhouette, cold and lonely.
His tall, straight figure was hidden in the wind, his solid upper body covered with fresh wounds, his torn shirt faintly seeping blood. His handsome face also bore a clear bloody mark, winding down along his cheekbone.
Yet he seemed oblivious to it all, just gripping his phone tightly, waiting for my answer.
My throat tightened, and I spoke with difficulty: “…No.”
The other end of the phone went quiet for a second, as if he was finally letting out a slow breath.
But I knew he wasn’t truly reassured.
“Where are you? I’ll come find you.” His tone was low and firm, leaving no room for discussion.
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