Chapter 157

Clara:

“What are you talking about? I haven’t sent anyone to attack Damon. We’re still strategizing,” my uncle explained. I scoffed.

“Funny thing is, they weren’t even aiming for him, but for me. Do you really want me dead?” I asked. He inhaled sharply.

“You can accuse me of many things, but I would never have my men attack you, Clara. Why are you sure it was us?” he asked.

“Because only humans rely on guns. Damon was shot with a gun. A supernatural being would have attacked directly,” I explained. He sighed.

“But you use weapons. Why assume it was my hunters? If we attacked, we wouldn't hide or attack secretly. When your husband killed my people, he didn't do it secretly. We would have attacked directly. And even if we did attack him, do you have the audacity to be angry? Your husband killed thousands of my people!” He spoke, and I frowned. He was right, but Damon’s safety mattered more.

“Damon only killed your people because you kidnapped me. He didn’t commit the other killings. The real perpetrator is framing him,” I explained. He was quiet.

“Doesn’t matter, ladybug. Your husband and his people are a threat to humanity…”

“If you fall into this trap and help the real enemies eliminate Damon, humanity will be wiped out anyway. The Lycans want Damon out of the way. They know he’s the only one who can stop their world domination. If you kill Damon, they’ll come for you,” I said. He scoffed.

“Then let them. We’ll kill them,” my uncle retorted. I clenched my fist, suppressing my anger. He was stubborn.

“The problem is, the Lycan King is immortal. Your bullets won’t work on him,” I revealed. He inhaled sharply.

“What? Immortal? That’s impossible,” he muttered.

“Many things are possible in my world, Uncle. He achieved immortality through devious means and is probably preparing to attack Damon and all werewolves. If you help him and you win, he will kill you and your people. Do you really want to side with the devil?” I asked. He was silent.

“What are you implying?” he asked. I sighed, sensing I was getting through to him.

“Side with the werewolves. Together, we can eliminate the Lycans. I assure you Damon won’t attack humans. We’ll have our boundaries,” I said. He sighed.

“Clara, Damon…”

“I know Damon has done bad things, but everyone deserves a second chance. We want peace. I can’t bring my children into a world where their father or his people are dead, where they’re not accepted,” I said. He gasped.

“Children?” he asked softly. I smiled. I hadn’t told anyone about the twins.

“Damon and I are having twins,” I told him. He gasped again.

“That’s wonderful, congratulations. Your parents must be very proud,” he said softly. I nodded.

“As you can imagine, Damon and I won’t be hunting anyone. We’ll be too busy with our family,” I said. He sighed.

“How are you so sure Damon won’t attack us again?” he asked. I frowned.

“I gave you my word, Uncle. Damon wouldn’t, but if he does, I’ll kill myself to make it up to you,” I said, meaning it. He inhaled sharply.

“That’s the last thing I want, ladybug,” he said. I sighed.

“So help me. Damon and I want peace and to raise our children peacefully. Tell your people to stand down. Help us defeat the Lycans, and you’ll never hear from us again,” I assured him.

“I’ll think about it. We should meet and talk properly. How did that Lycan become immortal? There must be side effects,” he muttered to himself.

I was about to reply when I heard footsteps.

“I have to go, Uncle. We’ll talk later,” I said, hung up, threw the phone on the bed, and ran to the door as it opened.

It was Luca.

“Damon’s awake. We removed the bullet. Although it was dripping with wolfsbane, Damon’s immune—years of training,” Luca said. I sighed in relief.

“Take me to him,” I ordered. He led me downstairs, where Damon was walking in with Dimitri.

As soon as Dimitri saw me, he released Damon, and I ran to him, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“I was so scared. Why didn’t you let me come with you?” I cried. He sighed and caressed my head.

“I had to ensure everywhere was safe. Are you okay? Were you hurt?” he asked, pulling away to inspect me. I shook my head.

“How could I be hurt when you took the shot for me? Don’t do that again!” I warned. He scoffed.

“I’d do it a million times to keep you safe. Come here, don’t cry,” He kissed my tears away, pulling me close and hugging me tightly.

“My uncle and his people didn’t fire the shot. It was the Lycans,” I murmured.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“The shot was for me. My uncle would never hurt me,” I said. He sighed. “Enough, Clara. You don’t know him that well. Don’t be so trusting.” I frowned.

“Regardless of who fired the shot, you’re not safe here, and I can’t protect you as much as I thought. I need to handle things before it gets worse, and that means you need to be safe. Delilah is packing your bags. You leave tonight…”

This revised version corrects grammar, punctuation, and sentence structure for better flow and readability. It removes unnecessary repetitions and clarifies ambiguous phrasing.