Gone

(ARIA'S P. O. V.)

I growled in frustration of my inability to do anything to save my boy; I felt like I had failed as a mother. Tears stung at the back of my eyes at the thought of losing my only child. All the times that we had spent together flashed before my eyes; from the first day I met my boy, to Everytime he drew or made something from me. From his extreme love towards video games, to the way he'd dance ridiculously whenever he won Tristan in a match of table tennis. He would call it his "victory dance", combining both some moves of the eighties, and moves of modern dances.

No! I couldn't lose my boy; not now, not ever. I was going to try my best, and protect him from this psychopath of a beta. Nothing will harm my baby. Gerrald laughed manically again, squeezing the shoulder of Andrew so tight that I was sure he had left some marks. He winced, his face squeezing in pain as he did so. I growled, tears falling from my eyes.

"Stop! Leave my son alone!" I finally bursted, mistake