Shattered Bonds: A Second Chance Mate - Chapter 52: Chapter 52
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The art history class dragged on longer than usual, the professor lost in a passionate rant about 16th-century frescoes and forgotten techniques of layered pigments. I tried to focus—really, I did—but my mind kept drifting to the group project we’d been assigned earlier that week. To my misfortune—or perhaps fate’s cruel joke—I had been grouped with Jose and Mario.
“Fresco mural project due next Friday,” the professor reminded, waving his notes in the air as the students packed their things. “Presentations in pairs or trios. Use visuals. Be creative.”
Creative. Right.
I shoved my sketchpad into my bag, trying to suppress a sigh.
“El!” Jose called out, jogging up beside me as we neared the door. “Mario and I were thinking—maybe dinner tonight to brainstorm? There’s that little café off Via Lorenzo, near the bookstore. Quiet, good light, good food.”
I hesitated.
Mario was already walking toward us, his ever-present soft smile painted across his lips. “Only if you’re okay with it, of course. No pressure,” he added, his tone light and considerate.
From the hallway, Audrey gave me a look. She never stood far, never more than a few steps behind. My loyal shadow, guardian, and friend. One raised eyebrow was all it took to ask You sure?
“I’m fine with it,” I said finally, forcing a polite smile. “See you there?”
Mario nodded. “Seven. I’ll reserve a table.”
That evening, I arrived at the café ten minutes early.
Audrey entered silently behind me and chose a corner seat where she could observe every entrance. Her posture was relaxed—but I knew her senses were fully alert.
The café was small, cozy, bathed in warm amber lights. The smell of roasted coffee beans and fresh bread filled the air, and a slow jazz tune drifted from hidden speakers. It felt safe. Normal.
I picked a table near the window and opened my sketchbook, flipping to the blank pages I’d saved for this project. A soft pencil rested in my fingers, untouched.
Minutes ticked by.
7:10 p.m. No sign of either Jose or Mario.
I checked my phone. Nothing.
7:20. Still nothing. My fingers hovered over the screen before I finally typed a message.
"Where are you?"
Jose responded almost instantly.
"I thought we canceled? Mario texted me. Said you had something come up."
My brows furrowed. A chill ran down my spine.
“What the hell?” I muttered, lowering my phone.
Audrey’s eyes locked with mine. She rose from her seat, every muscle in her body tensing.
“Something’s wrong,” she said quietly, her voice calm but sharp like a blade.
And I felt it, too.
The air shifted.
Not with the scent of wolves—but something darker.
Six men entered the café.
One by one. From separate doors. All dressed casually—hoodies, denim jackets, scuffed shoes. They looked like students, maybe travelers. But they moved like predators. Too smooth. Too synchronized.
To the untrained eye, they were harmless.
To us… not even close.
I stood up, my heart beginning to pound. Audrey did the same.
One of the men reached into his coat.
“Move!” Audrey barked.
Chaos erupted.
Screams pierced the air as patrons ducked beneath tables and sprinted for exits. One rogue lunged at me, but Mika surged within me. I spun, ducked under his arm, and slammed my elbow into his ribs. He hit the floor with a groan, smashing a nearby chair.
Another charged Audrey, only to be flipped midair by a swift movement. Her silver dagger flashed in the low light, precise and deadly.
Three down in seconds.
Two more rushed me. I dropped low, sweeping one’s legs and slamming my palm into the chest of the other, sending him flying back into a table.
Still no shift. Just sheer instinct and raw strength. Mika lent me enough.
Audrey cornered the last one, disarming him before he even blinked.
Then, a shout came from the kitchen door.
“Stop!”
It was Mario.
He stumbled into the room, hair messy, face pale as death.
“What the hell is going on?” I growled, chest heaving as I stared at him. “You lied to us.”
“I didn’t!” he shouted, hands in the air. “I swear, I didn’t plan this! I didn’t even know who they were until they threatened my family. They told me if I canceled tonight’s meeting, you’d be safe. That they just needed a name.”
Audrey's blade gleamed in her hand. “What name?”
“They’re looking for someone. A girl. A wolf. I didn’t know it was you. I swear I didn’t! I didn’t even know werewolves were real until a week ago! I was just a student on an exchange program. They found out where I was staying—my little brother and sister—please, I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”
He was shaking, eyes wide and terrified. I could smell the fear. It was real.
“You’re human,” I said softly, more to myself than anyone else. “And you’re just a pawn.”
Mario nodded helplessly. “I thought it was over. That they’d leave you alone if I didn’t show up.”
But even as he said it, Mika howled inside me.
Behind you!
A blur moved outside the window. A figure—cloaked, swift, with silver eyes.
I turned—too late.
A sharp pain exploded in my side.
I gasped.
A syringe.
Injected.
The figure vanished into the shadows before anyone could react.
“Ellaine!” Audrey caught me before I fell, her grip strong. My knees buckled.
“What—what was—”
Mario stood frozen, horror etched across his face. “I didn’t know—I didn’t know—oh my God…”
“What the hell did they inject her with?!” Audrey yelled, her voice cracking with fury.
“I swear I don’t know!” Mario cried. “They didn’t tell me. Just said it would weaken her. That’s all I know!”
Suddenly, a familiar voice thundered through the mind-link.
‘Audrey. What is happening?’
Francesco.
Audrey’s thoughts sharpened. “Café off Via Lorenzo. Rogues attacked. She’s been injected—she’s weakening.”
‘I’m coming. NOW.’
Moments later, the windows trembled.
A black SUV screeched to a halt outside, doors flung open before the engine stopped. Francesco stormed in, golden eyes blazing with raw fury with his high warrior. His presence consumed the space like a wildfire.
All eyes turned to them. Even the unconscious seemed to flinch.
He didn’t pause.
His eyes locked on me.
And in two long strides, he was beside me, scooping me into his arms as if I weighed nothing.
“What did they do to her?” he growled, barely containing the beast beneath his skin.
“Syringe,” Audrey reported. “Unknown substance. She's going under fast.”
My head lolled against his chest. Everything was spinning. Francesco’s scent—the forest, the storm, the safety—it was all that kept me conscious.
“I’ll kill them,” he whispered. His gaze snapped to Mario. “You… HUMAN…”
“No,” I managed to whisper.
His eyes returned to me, shocked at my interjection.
“A trap…” I rasped.
“What?” Francesco frowned.
A sudden howl tore through the air.
“IT’S A TRAP!” I screamed—
—just as more rogues burst in, this time in wolf form, sending the remaining human patrons into a frenzy of shrieks and panic.
Psiuu!
Another syringe fired—this time aimed at Francesco.
But he dodged it with terrifying speed.
Then… a voice echoed in my mind.
‘Deathly toxin.’
Anastasia’s voice.
What...?
They weren’t targeting me.
Their real aim—
Was Francesco.
“Fresco mural project due next Friday,” the professor reminded, waving his notes in the air as the students packed their things. “Presentations in pairs or trios. Use visuals. Be creative.”
Creative. Right.
I shoved my sketchpad into my bag, trying to suppress a sigh.
“El!” Jose called out, jogging up beside me as we neared the door. “Mario and I were thinking—maybe dinner tonight to brainstorm? There’s that little café off Via Lorenzo, near the bookstore. Quiet, good light, good food.”
I hesitated.
Mario was already walking toward us, his ever-present soft smile painted across his lips. “Only if you’re okay with it, of course. No pressure,” he added, his tone light and considerate.
From the hallway, Audrey gave me a look. She never stood far, never more than a few steps behind. My loyal shadow, guardian, and friend. One raised eyebrow was all it took to ask You sure?
“I’m fine with it,” I said finally, forcing a polite smile. “See you there?”
Mario nodded. “Seven. I’ll reserve a table.”
That evening, I arrived at the café ten minutes early.
Audrey entered silently behind me and chose a corner seat where she could observe every entrance. Her posture was relaxed—but I knew her senses were fully alert.
The café was small, cozy, bathed in warm amber lights. The smell of roasted coffee beans and fresh bread filled the air, and a slow jazz tune drifted from hidden speakers. It felt safe. Normal.
I picked a table near the window and opened my sketchbook, flipping to the blank pages I’d saved for this project. A soft pencil rested in my fingers, untouched.
Minutes ticked by.
7:10 p.m. No sign of either Jose or Mario.
I checked my phone. Nothing.
7:20. Still nothing. My fingers hovered over the screen before I finally typed a message.
"Where are you?"
Jose responded almost instantly.
"I thought we canceled? Mario texted me. Said you had something come up."
My brows furrowed. A chill ran down my spine.
“What the hell?” I muttered, lowering my phone.
Audrey’s eyes locked with mine. She rose from her seat, every muscle in her body tensing.
“Something’s wrong,” she said quietly, her voice calm but sharp like a blade.
And I felt it, too.
The air shifted.
Not with the scent of wolves—but something darker.
Six men entered the café.
One by one. From separate doors. All dressed casually—hoodies, denim jackets, scuffed shoes. They looked like students, maybe travelers. But they moved like predators. Too smooth. Too synchronized.
To the untrained eye, they were harmless.
To us… not even close.
I stood up, my heart beginning to pound. Audrey did the same.
One of the men reached into his coat.
“Move!” Audrey barked.
Chaos erupted.
Screams pierced the air as patrons ducked beneath tables and sprinted for exits. One rogue lunged at me, but Mika surged within me. I spun, ducked under his arm, and slammed my elbow into his ribs. He hit the floor with a groan, smashing a nearby chair.
Another charged Audrey, only to be flipped midair by a swift movement. Her silver dagger flashed in the low light, precise and deadly.
Three down in seconds.
Two more rushed me. I dropped low, sweeping one’s legs and slamming my palm into the chest of the other, sending him flying back into a table.
Still no shift. Just sheer instinct and raw strength. Mika lent me enough.
Audrey cornered the last one, disarming him before he even blinked.
Then, a shout came from the kitchen door.
“Stop!”
It was Mario.
He stumbled into the room, hair messy, face pale as death.
“What the hell is going on?” I growled, chest heaving as I stared at him. “You lied to us.”
“I didn’t!” he shouted, hands in the air. “I swear, I didn’t plan this! I didn’t even know who they were until they threatened my family. They told me if I canceled tonight’s meeting, you’d be safe. That they just needed a name.”
Audrey's blade gleamed in her hand. “What name?”
“They’re looking for someone. A girl. A wolf. I didn’t know it was you. I swear I didn’t! I didn’t even know werewolves were real until a week ago! I was just a student on an exchange program. They found out where I was staying—my little brother and sister—please, I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”
He was shaking, eyes wide and terrified. I could smell the fear. It was real.
“You’re human,” I said softly, more to myself than anyone else. “And you’re just a pawn.”
Mario nodded helplessly. “I thought it was over. That they’d leave you alone if I didn’t show up.”
But even as he said it, Mika howled inside me.
Behind you!
A blur moved outside the window. A figure—cloaked, swift, with silver eyes.
I turned—too late.
A sharp pain exploded in my side.
I gasped.
A syringe.
Injected.
The figure vanished into the shadows before anyone could react.
“Ellaine!” Audrey caught me before I fell, her grip strong. My knees buckled.
“What—what was—”
Mario stood frozen, horror etched across his face. “I didn’t know—I didn’t know—oh my God…”
“What the hell did they inject her with?!” Audrey yelled, her voice cracking with fury.
“I swear I don’t know!” Mario cried. “They didn’t tell me. Just said it would weaken her. That’s all I know!”
Suddenly, a familiar voice thundered through the mind-link.
‘Audrey. What is happening?’
Francesco.
Audrey’s thoughts sharpened. “Café off Via Lorenzo. Rogues attacked. She’s been injected—she’s weakening.”
‘I’m coming. NOW.’
Moments later, the windows trembled.
A black SUV screeched to a halt outside, doors flung open before the engine stopped. Francesco stormed in, golden eyes blazing with raw fury with his high warrior. His presence consumed the space like a wildfire.
All eyes turned to them. Even the unconscious seemed to flinch.
He didn’t pause.
His eyes locked on me.
And in two long strides, he was beside me, scooping me into his arms as if I weighed nothing.
“What did they do to her?” he growled, barely containing the beast beneath his skin.
“Syringe,” Audrey reported. “Unknown substance. She's going under fast.”
My head lolled against his chest. Everything was spinning. Francesco’s scent—the forest, the storm, the safety—it was all that kept me conscious.
“I’ll kill them,” he whispered. His gaze snapped to Mario. “You… HUMAN…”
“No,” I managed to whisper.
His eyes returned to me, shocked at my interjection.
“A trap…” I rasped.
“What?” Francesco frowned.
A sudden howl tore through the air.
“IT’S A TRAP!” I screamed—
—just as more rogues burst in, this time in wolf form, sending the remaining human patrons into a frenzy of shrieks and panic.
Psiuu!
Another syringe fired—this time aimed at Francesco.
But he dodged it with terrifying speed.
Then… a voice echoed in my mind.
‘Deathly toxin.’
Anastasia’s voice.
What...?
They weren’t targeting me.
Their real aim—
Was Francesco.
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