A Werewolf's Human Mate

28

Police Call

After today’s incidents, Aurora is quite scared, but she bravely calls the police as quickly as possible and also calls the café owner, Mr. Simpson. The police arrive at the scene, and soon the nearby residents also realize that something has happened there.

Of course, Aurora doesn’t mention that werewolves attacked; instead, she says that all of this had happened before she arrived—essentially lying by implying she wasn’t there when it occurred.

The police conduct their investigation and suspect that it might be a case of robbery.

By now, quite a crowd has gathered to see what happened, including Lily, who is there with Aurora.

Mr. Simpson approached her, his brows knitted in worry. "Aurora, do you have any idea who could’ve done this to our café?"

Aurora hesitated, glancing around before replying quietly, "I don't know."

Mr. Simpson sighed, nodding before moving over to speak with the officers.

Lily reached out, resting a reassuring hand on Aurora's shoulder.

"It’s a good thing you weren’t here," she said softly, trying to comfort her. "Who knows what might have happened if you were!"

Aurora forced a faint smile, nodding. "Hm."

Lily scanned the broken windows and overturned tables, frowning. "But if someone came to steal, what’s there to take from a small café like this?"

Just then, an officer stepped in, catching their conversation. "Exactly," he agreed, his gaze drifting over the scattered mess.

Another officer chimed in, "The cash is still at the counter, so what exactly was stolen here?"

“From the looks of it,” a third officer added, examining the shattered glass near the entrance, “only the front area seems to have taken the brunt of the damage. Not much destruction inside.”

Another officer surveyed the scene, finally speaking up.

“Nothing else seems to be missing from here,” he noted, scanning the area one last time.

Turning to Aurora, another officer asked, “Ms. Smith, exactly when did you arrive here?”

( Aurora's surname is Smith. )

Aurora’s heart raced. She cleared her throat and replied, "I… I arrived around 9:30. As soon as I walked in, I saw everything broken and messed up.” She forced herself to keep steady, though a cold feeling crept up her spine.

Inside, Aurora felt a storm of worry—she knew her story wasn’t true, but she had no choice. Edwin had called her earlier and firmly explained that all she needed to tell the police was that she had no involvement in any of this—You’re just an employee who happened to come in after it all happened.

The officers exchanged glances, analyzing the scattered glass and overturned tables. They examined the cash untouched in the register, the only damage being to the café’s front area. Finally, they seemed to come to a decision.

"This doesn’t look like a robbery," one officer concluded, lowering his notepad. "Possibly some suspicious activity right outside the café."

Another nodded, “We’ll monitor this place to ensure nothing happens again. If there’s another disturbance, we’ll be here for security.”

Meanwhile, curious onlookers had gathered outside, whispering and exchanging theories. Mr. Simpson, visibly shaken but composed, completed the paperwork with the officers, his face creased with worry for the future of his café.

The formalities continued until late afternoon, the air thick with tension, as Aurora stood silently by, hoping her secret would remain safe.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Aurora trudged home, her steps heavy with exhaustion. She fumbled with her keys, and upon pushing the door open, she froze, eyes widening in surprise.

Edwin was there, standing calmly in her living room, his gaze soft and reassuring as he looked at her.

“Edwin!” she gasped, her voice a mix of relief and residual fear. "Everything I saw tonight—it’s so overwhelming."

Without a word, Edwin stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her. He held her close, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “It’s okay,” he murmured softly.

Aurora leaned into his embrace, her heart still racing from the events of the night.

“I… they were all attacking you,” she whispered, her voice barely holding steady. “I was so scared… afraid something might happen to you!”

Edwin nodded, his hand lightly rubbing her back in comforting circles.

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” he said, his tone full of understanding. “I wish I could have prepared you better, but the danger was immediate.”

Aurora’s fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt tightly, as if letting go would mean losing him.

“Seeing you like that—it was terrifying,” she choked out. “What if they come back? And… what if something happens to you…?”

In response, Edwin tilted his head and rested it against her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

“I understand. It’s natural to be scared.”

“But this is just the way things are,” he explained quietly, a hint of sorrow in his voice.

“Though it’s rare, there are times in a werewolf’s life when an immediate fight is unavoidable.”

He gently stroked her hair, his hand calming her frayed nerves.

“I know it’s hard for you, but this is the truth. You’ll need to be strong… learn to handle situations like this with a calm heart.”

Aurora looked into his eyes, her voice laced with worry. “But… what if something really serious happens to you? Or worse?! Then what will happen to me?!"

Edwin’s grip on her hand tightened, his gaze intense and unwavering.

“I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe. I’ve been trained to handle threats like this, and I have a network of allies who are working to deal with these things. Your safety is my top priority now.”

She sighed, letting his words sink in, yet the anxiety lingered.

“It’s not just fear for myself… it’s the fear of losing you. I care about you so much, Edwin, and seeing you in danger—”

Before she could finish, Edwin’s hand gently cupped her face, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers.

The kiss was soft and tender, like a promise of protection and reassurance. Aurora closed her eyes, letting herself melt into the warmth of the moment, feeling his steady heartbeat against her chest.