Eric's POV
Seven years ago, I celebrated my eighteenth birthday at an upscale restaurant downtown. I wanted it to be perfect on that day I met my wolf. I'd never imagined for a million times it would turn into a near-death experience for me. I still remember the sound of gunfire everywhere. Vampires, werewolves, fairies, humans, every creature in that restaurant panicked as chaos erupted.
It wasn’t just a random shooting, it felt more like a targeted operation, some kind of k********g attempt. I saw people fleeing in all directions amid the hail of bullets.
The bodyguard who was responsible for taking care of me was killed by a stray bullet. Poor him. The next second, as I hastily tried to direct my wheelchair to retreat, trying to hide behind a statue, the tires got stuck on a corpse,
