Brooklyn's POV: This time coming home finally made me realize that no one can help me save my marriage, my family! Nobody! The car was galloping through the woods, and I drove faster and faster until Editha shouted out loud, and I suddenly came back to my senses and stepped on the brake! Just an inch away, the car was about to hit the big tree in front. "Calm down, Brooklyn," Editha said with lingering fears. "There may be a turn of events. The Goddess of the Moon loves every one of her people." I leaned my head on the steering wheel, listened to the pounding heartbeat, and slowly calmed myself down. After a while, I looked up again, and wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes from the shock and sadness before restarting the car. "You're right, I'll find a way to repair my relationship with Hale." Editha should have wanted to say something but ended up in silence, and just sighed heavily. Thanks to the fact that I was racing, I got home 3 hours earlier than before. Hale w
Brooklyn's POV: I didn't know how long I had been in a coma, but I still had no strength to react. When I woke up, it's pitch black and quiet. Only Editha's yelling rang in my head. "Silver seal! This is a silver seal!" A silver seal was a silver prison for werewolves. If a werewolf was locked in it, its power would be greatly weaHaleed, and would not be able to transform into a werewolf. I suddenly remembered that Hale's house did have a silver-sealed basement. I was curious and asked him why he built such a place. He said it was to prevent enemies from the other side. And now this enemy turned out to be me. How ironic. At this moment, the door to the basement of the silver seal was suddenly opened. The dazzling light from the outside was like daggers, stabbing people to the point that they could hardly open their eyes. I barely raised my hand to cover the light, and I vaguely saw a tall and heroic figure while I was still lying on the ground. The figure approached me, and kne
Brooklyn's POV: As time went on, I felt my strength slowly recover. Editha tried to transform, but at best it only allowed my claws to grow. "Consider a good thing," Editha said incredulously. "Generally, a werewolf can't regain his strength after being locked in the silver seal for so long." "Maybe there is a loophole in this silver seal." I didn't care why I could regain my strength in the silver seal. The thing that I cared about was when I could get out and get rid of the current predicament. "You just mentioned that the werewolf will lose his power in the silver seal. How long will it take?" I asked calmly. "About ten to fifteen minutes," Editha said. "In other words, as long as I can hold Hale for fifteen minutes, his power will also disappear, and I will have a chance to go out!" Editha nodded. "Theoretically that's true." But in practice, no one knew what would happen. It's okay, I've never been a person afraid of the unexpected. I just didn't expect that the person
Brooklyn's POV: Thanks to Robin, I managed to escape from that prison-like place. But this time there was no transport for me, as I was afraid that Hale would install a surveillance camera on the car again, which would possibly make all my efforts in vain, and Robin was not convenient to lend me his car. The car of an Alpha, basically known to the whole Pack, being driven away by me would cause unnecessary trouble for him. So I had to be self-reliant and raced in the direction of the Cancer pack. Yes, even though I just had a big fight with Aaron and Margaret, they were the only ones I could count on right now! But the distance was too long, and I didn't have a car. Even if I didn't stop in the middle, I still needed to travel about 10 kilometres, but there was no more strength in me after a big fight with Hale. "You must rest, Brooklyn!" Editha urged me uneasily. "There's a lake over there, go drink some water and take a rest. It won't take too long." Have to say it was a goo
Brooklyn's POV: Although I had arrived at the Cancer pack, I was now lying in my room. Everyday, people came to change the dressings for my wounds, and I was well cared for. But every night I still dream of Hale strangling my neck, spitting horrible words to me, "You'll never get rid of me!" and I ended up waking up sweating, alone in the room full of desolation. I thought it would take me a long time to heal the hurt of this relationship. Maybe a lifetime. Everyone was worried about me, and they took turns coming to my room every day to accompany me. Cathy and Moore often came to me, telling me some interesting things in the Pack, but not soon after, they started bickering, and finally stopped by Abbey. Margaret would talk about things on her side, such as my half-brother, who was too much like his father, so silent and steady as a 16-year-old boy. She sometimes worried that the child might had autism. Speaking of which, she said to me guiltily, "I'm sorry child, if I had kept
Devin' POV: I knew the woman had a bad relationship with her mate and might need some help, so I told Aaron about her befall without permission. But I didn't expect that one day I would see her lying unconsciously on the road. Her clothes were almost torn to pieces, and there were wounds all over her body, looking extremely fragile. It was as if she would die soon. The moment she saw me, she felt a little panic, but she was relieved quickly and tugged at my clothes tightly. Her eyes were full of indescribable emotions. But it was amazing that I could understand that what she wanted to say was "I'm sorry". "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said bad words to you in the first place." I'd say it's okay, as I could understand her situation. But unfortunately, she didn't give me this opportunity and passed out quickly. When I walked into Aaron's house with her in my arms, the whole family was terrified. Abbey and Cathy covered their mouths and cried, and Moore was so angry that he went to
Devin' POV: Bain suddenly looked at me in shock. He pointed at my face and yelled, "Devin, what's wrong with you?" "What? Me?" "You can't be joking now! After Lucy left, you were so furious that no one dared to approach you. But just now, there was sympathy and distress for that woman on your face!" "So what?" I unnaturally raised the water glass on the table and took a sip. "You have executed so many cases before, but you have never had any personal feelings for any party." Bain looked incredulous. His eyes suddenly fell on the phone I placed on the table, and he shouted out again. "Did you just talk to the woman named Brooklyn on the phone? Is she the one who made you smile so cheerfully?" Bain's teasing expression was too obvious, which made me feel that the prestige of the God of War that I had maintained for so many years was challenged, which made me face up, "Enough! You should get back to work!" "Yes sir" Bain finally realized his abruptness. He turned around and ran o
Brooklyn's POV: When I called Devin, I was very nervous. I felt like I should apologize. But when the phone was suddenly connected, I was still organizing the words in my head, wondering how I should thank him. At that moment, my mind was blank, and I hesitated, not knowing what I was talking about. It wasn't until his laughing voice came that I realized I was too nervous. Thankfully, we had a easy conversation on the phone, and he couldn't see my flushed face or the tangled pages of the book in my hand. After listening to my experience, he seemed a little angry, and his tone became a lot lower. I couldn't help but wonder, was he worried about me? But soon, he regained his relaxed tone and teased me, insisting that I owed him a favour. Recalling that he had a sudden change of expression by the river and spoke to me seriously besides the car, it was surprisingly said that the man was having an easy conversation with me now . It made my heart skip a beat. Then, I could only use an