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"Oh! Thank you for catching that little troublemaker. Please give her back to us," said one of the guards while panting for air.

Not knowing what to do, I frantically held the man's hand and pleaded, "Please save me! They are going to hurt me! I don't want to go back!"

The man first looked at me for a couple of seconds, then at the guards. "Go," he said to the guards grimly. Surprisingly, he was on my side. I was counting on my lucky stars to ask for help from him and I was fortunate enough to earn it.

"What?" asked the guards, confused by the man's words.

"I said go... before I kill you," he threatened. I was hiding behind the man's back and couldn't see his face, but my guts told me that he meant his words.

The guards looked surprised by his words but quickly recovered from them and, instead, started to challenge the man, "We won't go before you hand us that girl."

The man sighed and said, "I warned you." After that, the man let go of my hand and turned my body around. "Don't look," he said, before starting to walk towards the guards. 

Every step he took exuded confidence, and he was not the least scared of the guards who were armed with swords when he himself had nothing but his bare hands.

I closed my eyes even with my back towards them and heard one of the guards scream trying to attack the man. No longer after that, the only sound that I could hear was something like... bones breaking.

A few moments later, it was completely silent. Is he done? The silence was soon broken by footsteps that I assumed were getting closer to where I was. Is this the footsteps of the man or the guards? That was the question that popped up in my mind.

I was ready to run, but before I could proceed to do that, two strong arms gripped both of my shoulders, turning my body around. I nervously opened my eyes to find a pair of red eyes staring softly at me.

"Are you okay?"

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The story revolves around a girl who was tortured and the leader of werewolves. (A slow burn book)  
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***CAUTION***
Updates are irregular, as it will depend on Author's availability. 

[The art cover fully belongs to me. Art commission by the amazing Instagram artist @heytheathea]

My Long Lost Mate

When he called, his voice was startling and unwelcome, like a crow in the middle of the night. His gaze was foreign—not that of a loving father, but neither of an abusive one. His entire existence was strange to me, like a puzzle piece that had fallen out of place.

No one dared to voice their thoughts as this supposedly touching reunion took place, not even the real crows out there. I could see the reflection of my own eyes on his rather faded ones; a tear slipping away from his eyes as his trembling hand reached out to me and my legs stumbled away from him.

"I…" the ghost of my father muttered, his mouth hanging in the air as he struggled to say his words. "I'm… sorry…"

Father - Part 3