Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 189: A Law-Abiding Citizen

Constable Faith had only recently joined Cleveland Police. After completing her training, South Bank became her first posting. Though the crime rate in the area was notoriously high, criminal activities generally happened in the shadows. The local gangs followed a peculiar norm... they avoided the station itself. Despite the frequent violence and disorder in the neighbourhood, only those who truly sought help ever came through the station doors.

Her colleagues were kind to her, and, understanding her inexperience, had assigned her to the front desk duty to help her familiarise herself with how things worked here. In South Bank, patrolling was a delicate affair: officers had to maintain law and order without provoking the local gangs, all while preserving their authority as law enforcement.

That night, Faith sat behind the reception desk just as she had many nights before. This late in the evening, only the desperate tended to come seeking help. Her task was simple... record their identities and direct them to the appropriate desk.

When she saw a young woman push open the glass door, she assumed she was there to report some robbery or harassment. The woman wore a black outfit that resembled a biker’s attire, along with a black face mask. Yet her exposed pale and smooth facial skin, and the confident glint in her eyes, suggested she was a strikingly beautiful woman. Her athletic frame revealed she was no helpless civilian... but in South Bank, even strength could be overwhelmed.

Then, to Faith’s surprise, the woman held the door open, and another woman entered... this one in a purple business suit, her face uncovered. She was stunning. For a brief moment, Faith stared in silent admiration. "If I weren’t a woman myself," she thought, "I might’ve asked this one out right now."

A third woman followed, and Faith assumed they’d all come to file some report.

But then the nightmare began.

Two armed men strode in behind them, followed by several more... each clad in black, carrying heavy firearms. To Faith, they looked more like soldiers than criminals.

She froze, her mind racing. "Should I press the alarm? Should I scream?" Her mind raced. But they gave her no chance to decide. One of the black-clad men pointed his gun directly at her head.

"Hands up. Make no sound. Do not move. You know what’s good for you."

It was the first time Faith had stared down the barrel of a gun. Her heart thudded violently in her chest. It took her nearly a full minute to process the reality. Slowly, she raised her hands, showing she was no threat.

From the corner of her eye, she glanced across the ground hall... every officer present was already at gunpoint.

"Who are these people?" she thought. "Are they special forces? Or has the station truly been overtaken?"

The first three women... who’d initially seemed like civilians, were escorted directly to the Inspector’s office by two armed guards who stood watch outside. That, at least, gave Faith a flicker of hope. If they’re going straight to the Inspector, perhaps they’re not a gang. Maybe this is some kind of secret operation.

But her hope quickly vanished.

The armed men disarmed the entire station, seizing every weapon in the building, and then ordered all the officers to the meeting room. The muzzles of their guns never dropped. They forced each officer to sit around the large, round table.

one of the intruders demanded they place all their electronic devices on the table. A basket was

without hesitation, placing both her work and personal mobiles in the

officers, however, tried to hide

The intruders weren’t fooled.

retrieved the scanner from the front desk, ran it over the room, and caught the hidden signal immediately. They marched up to him and without a word... delivered two vicious

in

training rushed into her memory... how to rescue hostages, how to de-escalate threats. But no one had ever trained her on what

had one last hope. Her Inspector. "If anyone can

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Police Force. A veteran negotiator with a reputation for level-headed thinking under pressure, he had been specifically assigned to South Bank... an area plagued by gangs and high crime, because of

and carried herself with such unshakable composure that

and posture unmistakably that of a trained bodyguard.

open door where two armed men stood like statues, both carrying

calm. He was a

cup of coffee? I came

momentarily caught Reynolds off guard. He had expected demands or threats... certainly not a beverage order. Trying to maintain an air of control, he reached for his desk intercom and pressed

The line was

reached for his

I should’ve mentioned... all communications

looked at her sharply, tension rising

"Isadora, would you mind asking

black gave a

in purple gestured to the third woman. "Livia, dear,

the look of someone unsure whether she was inside a police station or a

Inspector. Where are my manners? I’m Eleanor Raynor. Please don’t bother searching the internet. I’m nobody.

She leaned back gracefully.

to rescue a friend.

call. And of course, I’m a law-abiding citizen... so it only makes sense