Alastors Pov
As Fia's wounds healed, I held her close, my mind racing with thoughts of protection and vengeance. The rival predator would pay for harming my love.
"Alafia, tell me what happened," I whispered, my voice gentle but urgent.
She recounted the events, her voice trembling. I listened intently, my anger growing with each word.
"I'll take care of this," I promised, my voice low and menacing. "No one harms you and lives."
Fia nodded, her eyes locked on mine.
"I know, Alastor. I trust you."
With a swift gesture, I teleported us to the radio station parking lot, where her truck waited. She gasped, surprised by the sudden movement.
"Alastor, you're getting stronger," she said, her eyes shining with admiration.
I smiled, helping her into the passenger seat.
"I have my motivations."
I slid into the driver's seat, starting the engine. As we drove through the night, Alafia leaned against me, her hand on my thigh.
"Thank you, Alastor," she whispered. "For everything."
I covered her hand with mine, my heart swelling with love.
"Always, Alafia. Forever."
We arrived at her house, bathed in the soft glow of porch lights. I walked her to the door, reluctant to let her go.
"Rest, my love," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'll be watching over you."
Fia smiled, her eyes sparkling.
"I know you will."
With a gentle kiss, I bid her goodnight, leaving her safe and sound in my care.

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