I was taken aback by the sound I heard, so Timothee and I raced to Sawyer and Asher's room. As soon as the door was flung open, a silver belt flew straight for me, but Timothee, who had returned in a flash, swatted it away with lightning-fast reflexes. The man then shoved Asher roughly and dragged Sawyer out of the room through a shattered window.
"What the hell is going on here?" I demanded, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared after the man who had just kidnapped Sawyer.
I knelt down beside Asher, who was still sobbing on the floor.
"Asher, are you okay?" I whispered gently, trying to keep my voice steady. I reached out to touch his shoulder, offering him what little comfort I could.
He nodded, but his eyes were still filled with tears. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as I looked at him.
"It's going to be okay, Asher," I assured him, my voice soft and soothing. "We'll find Sawyer and make sure he's safe."
Timothee's eyes were narrowed in determination as he scanned the room for any signs of other intruder.
"Barby, please call 911 right away," Timothee pleaded, his voice urgent. "We need to get help."
I hesitated for a moment, confusion consumed me so badly.
"Why should I call 911, Timmy?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. "What makes you think they'll be able to help us?"
"They're not werewolves," Timothee explained, his voice low and tense. "They're hunters. I couldn't smell their scent."
I frowned, trying to process this new information. "Hunters? You mean like people who hunt animals?"
Timothee nodded. "Yes, like that. But they're not after animals. They're after us. And they're not alone."
I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized the gravity of the situation.
"How many of them are there?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't know," Timothee replied, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of movement. "Follow my orders, Barby."
I quickly pulled out my cell phone and dialed 911, my heart racing as I waited for the dispatcher to pick up.
"911, what's your emergency?" the voice on the other end asked.
"My name is Barbara Palvin, and I'm calling to report a break-in at 123 Elm Street they kidnap my son," I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
"Okay, stay on the line and we'll send help right away," the dispatcher replied, her voice calm and professional.
I nodded, my mind racing with thoughts as I waited for the police to arrive. I could hear Timothee moving around in the background, checking the windows and doors to make sure we were secure.
"What do we do now?" I asked, my voice low and tense.
"You should wait here, I'll catch him," Timothee said, his voice determined.
"But--" I started to protest, but he cut me off with a firm tone.
"Barbara, I don't want to lose my heir. Wait here," he instructed, his eyes scanning mine like an eagle. "If something happens, there's a silver dagger in my room. Take it and use it to protect yourself and Asher."
I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest.
"What if you need me to help you?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
Timothee shook his head. "No, you need to stay here and stay safe. I'll be back as soon as I can."
I nodded, my mind racing with thoughts.
"Okay, I'll wait here," I said, my voice steady despite my fears. "Be careful, Timothee."
He nodded, his expression serious.
"I will," he replied, before disappearing out of the room.
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for him to return. I knew he was a skilled fighter, but I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in my stomach. What if something happened to him? What would I do then?
"Mommy, Sawyer will be safe, right?" Asher whined, his small frame seeking comfort in my embrace. "Why did they take Sawyer?"
I sighed, my heart heavy with worry. "I don't know, sweetie," I replied, my voice soft and soothing. "But we'll find him and make sure he's safe."
I quickly picked him up, carrying him across the hall to Timothee's room. The scent of lavender and mint greeted my nose, the scent of Timothee's body thick in the room. I laid Asher down on the bed, his small frame curling up under the covers.
"Dear Asher, everything will be fine," I whispered, stroking the top of his head. "Trust me."
I tore off a piece of my palm and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes widening in shock.
"Drink mommy's blood, son," I whispered, my voice low and soothing.
Asher hesitated for a moment before reluctantly taking a sip, his small frame trembling with emotion. I could see the fear in his eyes, but I knew I had to keep him calm if we were going to get through this.
"Lying here, okay," I said, my voice firm. "I'll be checking through the mansion. Don't go outside without me, and stay undercover."
"Mom, don't go--" Asher protested, his small voice trembling with fear.
"You're very brave, my boy," I said, "if you hear anything, jump into my closet and lock it."
Asher nodded, his small frame trembling with emotion. I could see the fear in his eyes, but I knew I had to keep him calm if we were going to get through this.
"It's going to be okay, Asher," I whispered, my voice steady as I smoothed his hair from his face. " I promise you."
Without thinking any further, I quickly took a silver dagger from Timothee's room and went out, checking every corner of the mansion.
Everyone seemed to have fallen asleep. But suddenly, a movement was heard from the mansion's kitchen. My heart pounded in my chest as I tiptoed towards the sound, preparing to attack if it was the hunters.
I raised my dagger to prepare. When I went inside, there was no one there. My heart sank as I realized it was probably just a stray cat or a raccoon. But I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in my stomach. What if it had been the hunters? What if they had seen me?
Although I felt scared, I quickly went forward and checked the kitchen thoroughly. Suddenly, someone with a mask appeared from the opposite direction. I tried to attack him, but he was more alert than me and locked my hands.
The blood oozing from my palms became heavier than before.
"Luna--" someone cried out.