The Werewolf Hunters' Daughter

Chapter 8

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I made a mistake in the chapter before the last one. Werewolves do age, so Damian had his daughter and the events occured two years ago. I am sorry for the error and I will edit it as soon as this

"Rise and shine, darling." Sam walks in, making hand gestures. The sun beats on him. How is he not burning in the sunlight? I stare at him quietly. He sits in a wooden chair next to me, and stares at me for a bit.
"What do you want from me?" I question, feeling a tear roll down my face. He chuckles.
"I bet Damian has told you stories about how he is maybe sixteen years old, and yes he is, no question. But he's not immortal, like me, buts been sixteen for a long time."He says, crossing his legs.
"They aren't? Then how is he that old?"I ask. I never knew that. I always assumed. He nods.
"I believe you're wondering how they are and everything. Years ago, we had created a potion that gave enturnity to anyone who would drink it. We were planning on using this on our other witch friends because they could make more plus they supplied us with this ring. The witches never made this potion because it required our blood and we never gave it to them because we didn't trust them. Anyway, back to the point. Damian and his crew of werewolves found out and infiltrated our town. We had to quickly retreat, and some of our own didn't make it, including my brother Luther and my sister Mabel. Trust me, Lillian, I wouldn't hurt you unless I had to. I want him to know how it feels to lose someone you love."
Lose someone you love...
"What are you going to do to me?" I question ask he stands up. He's holding a bottle of a purplish substance. He walks close to me and opens my mouth. The liquid goes down my throat. I close my mouth and look at him.
"You will actually calm down and be okay around me. I'm not after you. I'm after Damian, and I know he's in love with you." Sam say, sighing.
"What the hell are you talking about. He's not in love with he." Sam rolls his eyes. 
"You're not going to hurt me?" I ask another question. He shakes his head.
"Don't worry, if it comes to it, the worse would be a snap your neck, but that won't happen. Most likely." I look at him in disbelief.
"Make yourself cozy. We should be adding extras to her because it is messy, but it should be better in a while." Sam says. I sigh.

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