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.

were fifteen chairs in the room, but only seven officers were present during the current shift. Once everyone was seated, one of the intruders demanded they place all their electronic devices on the table. A basket was passed around, and

hesitation, placing both her work and personal mobiles in

fellow officers, however, tried to hide

The intruders weren’t fooled.

him and without a word... delivered two vicious

no doubt in her mind:

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

last hope. Her Inspector. "If anyone can negotiate us out

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seasoned officers in the Cleveland 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 his

and unescorted, his brows rose. But his face remained unreadable. She wore a purple business suit, tailored to perfection, and carried herself with such unshakable composure that Reynolds knew at once she wasn’t just anyone. He was struck not only by her beauty but by the confidence

build and posture unmistakably that of a trained

stood like statues, both carrying military-grade weapons.

he stayed calm. He was a negotiator, after

you have someone bring me a cup of coffee? I came straight from work. I need one badly. Oh! black. No

momentarily caught Reynolds off guard. He had expected demands or threats... certainly not a beverage order. Trying to maintain an

line was

frowned and reached for his

communications in the station have been

her sharply, tension rising

slightly. "Isadora, would you mind

woman in black gave a nod and stepped

gestured to the third woman. "Livia, dear,

the look of someone

are my manners? I’m Eleanor Raynor. Please don’t bother searching the internet. I’m nobody. Though, if you’re curious, you could always ring your colleagues in Manchester. They’ll

She leaned back gracefully.

way to Middlesbrough to rescue a friend. I believe

toward Livia. "This is my friend Livia. She’s the one who received the distress call. And of course, I’m a law-abiding citizen... so it only makes sense I begin with a visit to the local authorities. After all, how could one possibly conduct