-Angeline-The class was over and the sky was already showing a pinkish orange hue when Stefan and I reached the orphanage. After Stefan parked the truck, he went and around so quick to help me out of the truck. I know that I had been in this place before, but not really to be able to explore how big it had become. As we step in side, I was amazed at how Lia turned this school into something beautiful and safe. I know that Stefan had assisted on the process, as Lia explained to him all the plans I have for this school and it was one of the reasons why I believed in giving Stefan another chance. I remember what Mrs. Smith had told me before I made the final decision. ‘Angeline,’ I looked at the woman in front of me and I couldn’t hide the shock on my face the moment that I saw her.‘My sweet Angeline,’ she said almost as teary eyed as I was. ‘I’m sorry for failing you, for not being able to protect you. I’m so sorry love.’‘It’s not your fault,’ I replied. ‘None of it was your fau
-Angeline-A staring contest between Lia and I began as she tried to process what I just said. "Who the hell are you?" She asked once again, confusion was etched on her face."If I tell you, would you believe me?" She contemplated on my question. Unsure of how she would react to it. Because if I was in the same position as she was, I know I wouldn't trust me either. "Try me," she said arrogantly, trying to hide the feat and uncertainty that she was feeling."Okay," I say, smiling. Knowing very well how she would take what I have to say. "It's me, Angeline.""Seriously?" She scoffed. "You gotta do better than that," she added with a laugh, as she eyes my reaction, checking to see if her reaction hit something in me that would tell her that I was lying.But all she got from me was silence. She studied me once again, that it felt like I was an organism under a microscope. "Who the hell are you?" This week was the third time she asked me that, and the question almost made me laugh."
-Stefan-I gotta leave it to Lia for being the best person to give other people shit. I can still remember all the shit that she gave me when Angeline died. The way she treated me was enough for her to be thrown out of the pack for treason. Her name was brought up several times in pack meetings as Claire, Clarisse, and their stupid ass father repeatedly filed against her using my already broken image as their leverage. But her cases didn’t really push through because I never acknowledged any of the cases file as true using my common excuse which was, ' we have bigger problems than my image that's already tainted and no one really cared about it, even me' to shut the family out. I let Lia curse me, throw me out of the orphange, treat me like the trash that I was because I deserved it that time. Until one day, she changed. I received a report telling me that she heard about her cases and the way I dismissed it from a very realiable source that she had no choice but to trust me wit
-Angeline- I felt the rays of the sun before I saw the brightness of it regretting the instance I was blinded by its light. Whoever opens the curtains in my room has a death wish because whoever that person is will be dead the moment that I get my bearings back together. Until I hear a voice that makes me tremble. "Rise and shine, sweetheart," the voice said, waking up my whole body. My body jerked up in full alert that I had no choice but to sit up. O turned to find his silhouette in the shade of my curtains, but I'm not really sure if he was there as I raised my hand and squinted against the bright light. "Stefan?" I called my voice, I was hoarse and dry. I heard footsteps approaching but still couldn't see who it was. But I can feel his presence. "Drink," Stefan said, his voice softer this time. I followed his order as I hungrily finished the glass of water he handed me. "Can you be so kind as to close my curtain, I think I will melt with all of this sun around me," I sa
-Angeline-I know I have made a lot of mistakes in my life but I never made a drunken mistake. I always set my limits when I go out drinking because I never want to do something that I would regret. Until last night. Spending time with an old friend made me realize a lot of things. One of them is how my friendship survived even after I had betrayed them. I have no intention of doing that but angry and hurt people can do things that are way beyond their imagination. After everything between Stefan and I had cleared, and after the confessions that I had made with my friends, it was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from my shoulders. And I finally felt the feeling that I have longed to feel before. Free… And…Happy…Well, at least last night…“Please tell me I didn’t say that out loud?” I asked Stefan who was still smirking at me. “You want me to tell the truth? Or do you want me to lie?” He asked teasingly. I shook my head in disbelief as I tried to deny the image that came to
-Stefan-I am trying to figure out how to react to Claire coming back here.To ensure their safety, I ensured the packhouse was locked and guarded. Prior to having the safe house in the orphanage, I made sure that the whole wing where Angeline’s room and my room, along with our son’s room were located was transformed into a safe house. Just an added precaution I requested for Angeline, my son, and Mrs. Smith to stay in the secret room that Angeline recently found. When it’s about Claire that we’re talking about, I want to make sure that the most important people in my life are safe. I am no longer taking my chances. When I reached the gate, the Claire I saw was not the person I was expecting to see. I know that I threw them out of the pack but I am not the type of person who would let them die or fend for themselves without a chance of living. They might have done something that was so bad but I still gave them enough money to find a place to stay or a pack to accept them. Which is
-Stefan- Shocked filled my body with what had just happened.I looked at each one of my warriors who was close to me when Claire exploded. I heard what I heard and saw what I saw and based on all the conversations that I had with Rebecca I am sure that drinking blood affected by blood magic is something we shouldn’t be doing. “Don’t drink the blood,” I shouted as I turned to those who weren’t affected. “Get people to bring pails of water and throw it to us.”Elias looked at me and understood what I was trying to do.“You heard the Alpha,” he said shouting at those who froze from where they stood. “Move along!” He then turned his attention to those who were splattered with Claire’s blood and remains. “Wiped your face with a clean part of your clothes and never swallow. Those who have a drop of blood in them regardless if they are in your clothes, stay close to us.” It took an hour before we all stripped from our clothes and clean enough to walk the ground. All our clothes including
-Angeline- “I’m afraid, that there’s a possibility that our time will once again be cut short,” Stefan started to say, “We are being quarantined because there might be a possibility, just a small one, that I might become a newborn.”My body shook as I heard what he just said. “Angel?” I heard Stefan’s panicked voice but I was lost for words. “Baby, breathe,” he said soothingly. “I can’t run to you right now and that frustrates me so much. Please, talk to me.” I could hear him begging but it felt like I was in limbo frozen from where I stood.“Momma?” The voice I loved so much called. “Why are you crying?” He asked. He was getting better with his words. And just like that my head turned and I saw the reason why I was still alive. The reason why I fought so hard. I kneeled in front of him and pulled him to me. How do I tell my son about his father? How do I say to him that once again his family might fall apart?“There you are—,” Mrs. Smith said finding my son but stopped the momen