Chapter 3 Because I Broke Her Phone

Fiona's POV: Logically speaking, I should be commending my fellow werewolves right now. After all, rogues and pack wolves were sworn enemies by nature. But ... the man lying there just ruined my phone. My brand-new phone! I couldn't let him die without making him pay for it first. I narrowed my eyes as I knelt down, picked up a rock, and tossed it straight at the rogue who had started the trouble. "Ugh ... " The stone struck him right in the temple. He groaned quietly, his knees giving way as he fell to the ground, collapsing like a tree struck down. The other rogues stiffened, their faces changing. Someone shouted, a sharp tone in their voice, "Who's there?!" I stepped out from the shadows, retrieving the shattered remnants of my phone. "You're disturbing me. If you want to fight, take it somewhere else." Charles Woods's POV: I was being hunted. The rogues had me trapped, their vehicles blocking mine on both sides, forcing my Rolls-Royce toward the wooden barriers by the harbor. Bang! The collision was harsh. Shards of glass pierced into my side. Heat surged within the car, and there was a real chance it might explode. I forced the door open and crawled out. I was crippled, but I made it. The rogues climbed out of their cars too. The danger was closing in. "Well, well, what do we have here? The Alpha's son, all alone. Even with a busted leg, you still managed to drive? Impressive ... but this is the end of the road for you." I narrowed my eyes, my face darkening with a cold fury. "Only you guys?" The lead rogue spat onto the ground. "Tch, still putting on a brave front when you're barely hanging on!" He swung a steel pipe at me. I gripped my throwing knife, prepared to strike first, when ... Thunk! Out of nowhere, a rock flew through the air and hit him directly in the temple. "Ugh ... " His body stiffened. Then, without a sound, he crumpled to the ground. The remaining rogues froze, their heads snapping toward the source of the rock. "Who's there?!" I turned my gaze toward the shadows. A woman emerged. Her clothes were slightly disheveled, showing signs of a tough time, but her beauty still shone through. Her eyes ... They were captivating—clear and bright, untouched by the harshness of the world, like a perfect full moon in the sky. She frowned slightly, her voice sharp and melodic. But the words she spoke were anything but friendly. "You're disturbing me. If you want to fight, take it somewhere else." Then, as if remembering something, she looked at me. "My phone's broken, and it's your fault. Pay up." ... What? A dozen sets of eyes shifted toward her in confusion, their expressions a mix of disbelief. I, too, was taken aback for a moment. These rogues weren't just random thugs—they were highly trained fighters, each one capable of taking down ten men at once. Yet this seemingly fragile woman had just taken out their leader ... with one rock? She was no ordinary person. But the other rogues didn't pause to consider that. The leader snarled, "I'm gonna kill you!" He jumped to his feet and charged at her, the others following in a rush. "Watch out!" I instinctively reached for my knife, but something froze me in place. My pupils constricted sharply. What happened next was beyond belief. Before they could touch her, the woman simply raised her arm slightly, and in the next moment, every one of them collapsed. She didn't move an inch. She didn't even blink. If not for her hand still hovering in the air, I would have sworn I had imagined it all. She stepped forward, deliberately pressing down on one of the fallen rogues' wrists as she passed. She raised her chin slightly, her voice cold and unfeeling. "Scram." "Wh-who the hell are you?! Do you even know who I work for—" "Shut up already." With a flick of her wrist, she scattered a fine powder into the air. In moments, the rogues slumped unconscious. The harbor fell silent once again. What just happened? Who was this woman?! At the edge of death, a total stranger had come to my rescue. I forced my voice out, weak and hoarse. "Thank you. May I ask your name? You saved my life. I'll—" "I didn't do it for you," she cut me off, her tone completely indifferent. Then, without warning, she crouched down in front of me. Her delicate hand opened, revealing the broken screen of her phone. "Pay me back for this." I was stunned. Did she just say ... I should pay her back? She pointed at my wrecked, still-smoking car. "When your car hit the barrier, the impact knocked my phone to the ground and broke it." Ah. So that was what she meant. Still, a wave of absurdity washed over me. I had been on the brink of death. A stranger had risked everything to fight off my enemies. She'd taken them all down. And she did all of that ... because I broke her phone. Seriously? She frowned when I didn't immediately respond. "Didn't you hear me? "I said, you owe me a new phone. Brand new." Fine. I was alive, at least. That had to count for something. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I forced out, "I-I don't have my phone on me. Could you leave me your address? When my assistant arrive, I'll have him—" Her face twisted in disgust. "No phone? Don't tell me you don't have any money either!" Her face scrunched in irritation, her soft features puffing up, but her sharp eyes pierced right through me. She gave me one last scornful glance before turning away and walking off. "Gosh, a broke b*stard. Should've just let him die." Panic surged in my chest. She was leaving. And if she left, who was going to save me? I needed a werewolf healer. If I didn't get one soon ... I was going to bleed out.