Fifteen years later,

"How are you Jason?" Harry's voice came from the handset

"Okay.. Isn't it time for you to come back yet?" asked Jason, and silence met him on the other side to continue, "Watson has taken you out of his accounts a long time ago and I told you not to worry, he doesn't even mention your name in any situation."

"I'll think, do you know where he got in his plan?" Harry asked intently

"I don't know where he got in his plan, you know that he doesn't trust me after you ran away because he thinks I was the one who told you but no evidence was caught on me," he answered and continued, "But I am afraid of your brother's unlimited ambitions."

"What else does he want other than to kill the werewolves?" Harry asked worriedly, in a voice so low that no one would hear him since he was standing in a public place.

"I've heard talk of him wanting to dominate and enslave humans, but I'm not sure yet; he can't do that right now," Jason answered, and Harry paused for a few minutes thinking.

"I'll come, but... no one should know I'm there so I can't go down to a hostel so can you arrange a place for me?"

"There is an abandoned garage in the north of the city, no one lives in it and no one knows anything about it," Jason answered, and Harry's eyes gleamed as soon as he remembered the distinctive smell of blood that came from an old building in the north of the city, to answer immediately.

"Well, in a week we shall meet at my old lair, and then you shall take me there. Bye."

He put the handset and took out a dollar and gave it to the old Chinese owner of the phone, then looked at the sky and realized that the sunrise is near.

Eight o'clock in the morning in Takzim School of Art and Music, a seventeen-year-old girl was sitting in the eleventh grade holding the violin in front of her a musical note and around her colleagues, each holding his musical instrument and in front of him his own note

"Haven't you talked to this cute freak yet?" said a boy with a guitar+

"I did, and I refused, but I swear she won't get away with it," replied the boy with wavy, orange-red hair.

"What are you going to do?" asked the other boy with a sly smile

"I will teach her a lesson she will not forget; no one will refuse Jack Near," he answered, and a malicious smile formed on his face as well. Then he turned his eyes to her to find her fixing her honey eyes on the note in front of her, and his features turned to anger and began to cast worthy looks at her until he was interrupted by the entry of the teacher to begin the lesson.

After school the girl picked up her purse and violin and went out into the yard on her way out until Jack bumped into her and intentionally knocked her to the ground in the middle of the crowded courtyard.

"Are you blind?" Jack yelled at her in a sarcastic tone, looking at her mockingly. The students watched as they watched.

"You bumped into me," said the girl, then bent down to pick up the violin case from the ground, but Jack beat her and grabbed the violin case and threw it to the ground.

She straightened up and brushed her blond hair from her eyes, trying to suppress her anger, "Do you realize what you're doing?" she asked calmly, her eyes not moving from his eyes.

He approached her defiantly and added, "This is because you bumped into…." No sooner had he finished his words than he found her fist clenched into his face with such force that his face bounced to the other side.

A look of shock appeared on his face as the students watched with widened eyes

He raised his fist to strike her back, so she grabbed his hand and pulled her behind his back, then tightened her grip on his neck, and suddenly everyone heard the sound of a bone breaking.

"My hand," he shouted

"And that's because your hand touched my fiddle," I whispered softly in his ear, then pushed him and he fell to the ground

She grabbed her bag and left in the midst of a daze of students until the principal's voice came through the loudspeaker, "Celine and Jack, come to my office at once."

She looked at Jack lying on the ground, and around him some of his friends were helping him up, and she cursed him under her breath and then turned around to go to the principal's office.

She went into her house and threw her handbag carelessly and was checking the violin until her mother's voice came from the kitchen

"I made you noodles with meatballs and you put as much meat in it as you like."

She looked at the violin sadly, then reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of paper, then went to her mother

"What is this?" her mother said with a smile as she took the paper from her, but her face soon turned into a frown as soon as she read it

"Why does the director want me?" I asked

"I broke a boy's hand," she replied indifferently, and her mother's face immediately turned into shock

"Are you serious? Why! I mean how!!" Rachel said bluntly as she looked at the girl with a thin body and delicate features in front of her who at first glance would seem impossible to do such a thing but it seems her genetics

"My violin broke," Celine answered calmly

"Only?" Rachel asked

"He put me on the ground on purpose," she added

"Okay, eat your food, I'll go with you tomorrow," she muttered, placing her bowl of noodles in front of her, and the other slowly ate her plate, picking the meatballs out of the noodles, while Rachel watched her with a grim mouth and his mind began to falter when she realized that the situation was getting more and more difficult