Chapter 132
With the gun pressed into my waist, fear didn’t completely overwhelm me. Instead, my mind was working, calculating the right moment to act. **I need to fight back, but when?** I knew that even though regular bullets wouldn’t easily kill a werewolf, being shot at point–blank range wouldn’t end well either.
As if sensing my thoughts, the robber smirked and said coldly, “Don’t try anything funny. I know who you are, hybrid. These bullets? They’re special, designed just for creatures like you. We came prepared.”
Special bullets? How did they get their hands on those?** I wondered, but there was no time to dwell on that as the car pulled up to the bank.
“Move!” the robber growled, pushing me out of the car and covering the gun with his jacket to hide it from view. He pressed the barrel firmly against my back as he guided me toward the ATM. I turned briefly to check on the warrior who was still being held at gunpoint. His eyes were wide with panic, his face contorted with frustration. He couldn’t protect me like he was supposed to, and that made him hate himself. I could see it.
“I have to act soon.”
We approached a flight of stairs leading to the ATM. I seized the opportunity, deliberately stumbling as I took the first step and falling hard onto the ground.
“Ugh, useless!” the robber growled in disgust as he leaned down to roughly pull me up by my arm.
“This is it”
With his focus on yanking me up, I made my move. My hand darted for his gun, and with a swift, practiced motion, I wrested it from him. I leveled it at his chest, breathing heavily but steadying my
aim.
“Back off!” I shouted, my voice cutting through the tension. “Put your hands up!”
The robber laughed, a sharp, mocking sound. “You? Shoot me? You’re just a little girl,” he sneered, stepping closer.
He made a quick move, chopping his hand toward the gun, but I didn’t flinch. Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger.
Bang!”
Bang!” The gunshot rang out, sharp and echoing.
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the robber crumpled to the ground, blood pooling from his side, groaning in pain. I stared in shock. **I only fired once… who fired the other shots?**
As the robber writhed in agony at my feet, I quickly scanned the area. That’s when I saw him- Lorikṣtanding a few paces away with his silver pistol raised, eyes locked onto mine.
A heavy thud came from behind me, and I whirled around. Another man, a larger figure who had been sneaking up on me, lay motionless on the ground, two bullet holes expertly placed in his arm and leg.
We had both fired at the same time, taking out the attackers with perfect precision. Bright red blood
aked into the pavement from their wounds, staining the ground.
My breath came in ragged bursts as I backed up against the wall for cover, adrenaline flooding my veins. My heart was racing, pounding so hard I thought it might burst from my chest.
Before I could fully catch my breath, Lorik was already moving toward me. His long strides closed the distance between us, his silver pistol gleaming in the sunlight.
I blinked, thinking for a moment that I must be dreaming. But the man standing before me, his familiar, handsome brow, was too vivid–too real. It was unmistakable. I wasn’t dreaming.
In a matter of seconds, Lorik reached me, moving as quickly as he could. His hands gripped my shoulders firmly, eyes scanning me from head to toe. I could feel the intensity of his gaze as he even inspected my fingers, checking for any signs of injury.
Finally, he bent down to roll up my pant leg, his hands gently examining the skin around my knee. Before he could go any further, I pressed his hand, stopping him. “I’m fine,” I assured him, trying to sound lighthearted. “I faked the fall, just to grab the robber’s gun.”
The tension on Lorik’s face slowly faded, replaced by a quiet relief. He shot a quick glance at the robber still twitching on the ground, then turned back to me. “The police are on their way,” he said his voice much calmer now. “Let’s wait in the car until they arrive.”
I nodded, feeling the weight of the situation finally begin to lift. “Sounds good.”
Lorik holstered his gun and grabbed my hand, leading me toward the car. As we walked, curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn’t help but ask, “You must’ve practiced a lot to shoot so accurately back there, right?”
Without missing a beat, Lorik replied, “Have you forgotten? I’ve been trained by Alpha since I was a child. Kidnappings, car crashes, they’ve been a constant part of my life. Without some self–defense
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But before I could process it, two more shots rang out in quick succession. “Bang! Bang!”
the robber crumpled to the ground, blood pooling from his side, groaning in pain. I stared in shock. **I only fired once… who fired the other shots?**
As the robber writhed in agony at my feet, I quickly scanned the area. That’s when I saw him- Lorikṣtanding a few paces away with his silver pistol raised, eyes locked onto mine.
A heavy thud came from behind me, and I whirled around. Another man, a larger figure who had been sneaking up on me, lay motionless on the ground, two bullet holes expertly placed in his arm and leg.
We had both fired at the same time, taking out the attackers with perfect precision. Bright red blood
aked into the pavement from their wounds, staining the ground.
My breath came in ragged bursts as I backed up against the wall for cover, adrenaline flooding my veins. My heart was racing, pounding so hard I thought it might burst from my chest.
Before I could fully catch my breath, Lorik was already moving toward me. His long strides closed the distance between us, his silver pistol gleaming in the sunlight.
I blinked, thinking for a moment that I must be dreaming. But the man standing before me, his familiar, handsome brow, was too vivid–too real. It was unmistakable. I wasn’t dreaming.
In a matter of seconds, Lorik reached me, moving as quickly as he could. His hands gripped my shoulders firmly, eyes scanning me from head to toe. I could feel the intensity of his gaze as he even inspected my fingers, checking for any signs of injury.
Finally, he bent down to roll up my pant leg, his hands gently examining the skin around my knee. Before he could go any further, I pressed his hand, stopping him. “I’m fine,” I assured him, trying to sound lighthearted. “I faked the fall, just to grab the robber’s gun.”
The tension on Lorik’s face slowly faded, replaced by a quiet relief. He shot a quick glance at the robber still twitching on the ground, then turned back to me. “The police are on their way,” he said his voice much calmer now. “Let’s wait in the car until they arrive.”
I nodded, feeling the weight of the situation finally begin to lift. “Sounds good.”
Lorik holstered his gun and grabbed my hand, leading me toward the car. As we walked, curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn’t help but ask, “You must’ve practiced a lot to shoot so accurately back there, right?”
Without missing a beat, Lorik replied, “Have you forgotten? I’ve been trained by Alpha since I was a child. Kidnappings, car crashes, they’ve been a constant part of my life. Without some self–defense
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skills, I wouldn’t be standing here today.”
sudden pang of sympathy hit me. My voice softened as I spoke, “You’ve had it hard, haven’t you?”
Lorik’s tone matched mine, quiet but with a warmth that pierced through the chaos. “The three years I spent with you,” he murmured, “those were the most peaceful years I’ve ever had.”
We reached the car, and Lorik reached for the door handle. Out of the corner of my eye, something caught my attention. A black car, parked further down the road, had its window rolled down, and I saw it–a glint of metal.
A gun.
