I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized I was in my bed. Before I could get my bearings, I noticed my manager and Samuel standing at the foot of my bed, both of them wearing worried expressions. I instinctively glanced around the room, and as the familiar surroundings registered, a wave of relief washed over me. "Naomi, you're awake? How are you feeling now?" Samuel asked, crouching down next to my bed, his voice soft and reassuring. "H-how did you get here?" I blinked in confusion, my gaze darting between Samuel and the room, still trying to make sense of the situation. "You had a fever after the nightmare," my manager explained gently. "I called Dr. Foster, and he gave you some medicine to bring it down." The mention of the nightmare made me shrink back a little, a chill creeping over me. "It's all okay now. You're safe," Samuel said quickly, noticing my discomfort and trying to calm me. His voice was soothing, with a warmth that helped ease my anxiety. I slowly propped myself up in bed, a wave of guilt washing over me. "Sandra, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept you here with me. I know you've got so much work to do. I'm fine now. Please, don't let me keep you." "It's no trouble," my manager, Sandra Chapman, replied with a gentle smile. But just as she spoke, her phone rang, cutting the moment short. She started to move to answer, but I stopped her. "I'm fine, really. You can go now. Don't worry about me. Samuel's here, and he's a doctor." Sandra glanced at Samuel and gave a small nod, offering no further words. She reminded me to rest well before quietly stepping out of the room. Once the door closed behind her, Samuel checked the thermometer, and seeing that my fever had subsided, he rolled up his sleeves. "I'll make you something to eat. You need to regain your strength." "There's no need to trouble yourself," I said, feeling a little embarrassed and trying to stop him. "You're the patient. It's my job to take care of you," Samuel responded, pausing for a moment. Our eyes met, and his face softened. "And even if I weren't a doctor ... as your friend, it's the least I can do. Besides, with the way things are, I've got a responsibility." I didn't want to dwell on the events, so I just nodded and said, "Thanks."After eating a small meal, I felt a little better. A quiet sigh of relief escaped me. But the tension and unease still lingered, gnawing at me. "Dr. Foster, maybe ... maybe I should see a therapist?" I said, my voice shaky as I gripped my trembling hands. "Of course. I'll take you. I'll make sure you see the best therapist," Samuel said, his smile softening when he saw me taking the step to seek help. We left my apartment, and Samuel drove me to the hospital. "Naomi, don't worry. Try to relax. Don't think about the bad things anymore," Samuel said, his eyes flicking to me briefly as he drove. I nodded, lost in my own thoughts. Wendy's POV: "What did you say?" I snapped at the group of werewolves standing before me, my brows furrowing in disbelief. These were the same werewolves I had hired to kidnap Naomi, and yet, they now stood before me, bruised and beaten. "Ms. Crawford, we did catch the girl, but a group of werewolf bodyguards showed up out of nowhere! We barely escaped; otherwise, we might've ended up dead," the leader of the werewolves said, his voice muffled as he clutched his face. "A group of werewolf bodyguards ... " I muttered under my breath, trying to piece everything together. It could only have been Caden, the heir of the Eclipse Pack. No one else could have tracked Naomi down so quickly. My hands, which had been resting on the desk, balled into fists. What kind of spell had that Omega woman, Rosaline, cast on Caden? How was he so completely devoted to helping her? "Ms. Crawford ... " the leader of the werewolves spoke again, pushing through the awkward silence among the others. "What else?" I snapped, my tone icy, betraying my anger. "We've taken some pretty serious injuries. The money you gave us earlier won't cover our medical bills," the leader said carefully, looking like he was trying not to push too hard. "Money?" I narrowed my eyes, turning my face away in disgust. "Fine. I'll give you another five million. Will that cover it?"The words left my mouth, but every fiber of my being wanted to take them back. Still, if I did, the fact that I had hired them to kidnap Naomi might come to light—and that was the last thing I needed. Five million would keep them quiet for now. "That's enough." The werewolves exchanged glances, looking pleased with the deal. They left quickly, but not before taking the money. As soon as they were gone, I could no longer hold my rage in. I smashed a vase and several other items on the desk. The sound of breaking porcelain filling the room. "A bunch of useless fools!" I hissed, seething with frustration. "Couldn't even handle one woman."