Circle of Three

Chapter 27

It had been a week. A week since he left hell. A week since he last saw his mate. Philip missed Freya, but he knew he needed to make amends with his family first. He stayed in his childhood home with them and honestly filled them in on everything.

His rollercoaster of emotions. His fears and uncertainty about his life now that Freya had knocked it upside down. They talked as a family for the first time ever and that was something none of them ever thought would be a possibility.

Philip took a few days, but he finally apologized for his actions. A well thought out and heartfelt apology that he understood meant the world to them.

He wasn't surprised when his mother and sister cried, but when his father broke down, he was shocked. It was awkward standing there trying to comfort them, but he knew that was the normal thing to do. It was the right thing to do.

Philip realized while staying with his family that the emotional side of him was very much so in the infantile stage. He was crawling when it came to his emotions and feelings, but he knew by the time he reached Freya on this apology tour he would need to know how to run.

When he was around Freya, he felt emotions so strongly. His emotions boiled on high being near her, but he didn't know how to process them. He was terrible at regulating and deciphering the best way to react or respond. It was different at the moment. He was grateful to his parents because he knew the little emoting he did meant the world to them.

They had their time and it was nice, but he needed to get back to Seattle. He needed to apologize to the best friend that had always been there for him. Lazlo was the next stop and though Philip knew he'd be shocked to hear an apology tumble from his lips, Lazlo was deserving of one anyway.

Then and only then could he face his mate and give her a heartfelt and honest apology this time around. Philip needed Freya to know that he was aware that he was a piece of shit who didn't deserve her, but he was going to be there for her in any capacity she'd allow.

He hugged his family once more before leaving. He was going to speed run home, but wanted to appreciate the night for once. It was dark out, but the air felt nice. He was going to cross the street when he was forced back into a nearby alley.

"What the fuck?!" Philip hissed before he saw who had pushed him back. "Lala, what are you-" Philip felt a sharp pain in his gut before looking down. A stake soaked in holy water pierced him. He looked up to see Malachi with a smirk on his face.

"You're never going to hurt our sister again." Philip noticed Mason beside his siblings and coughed up blood. "Let's go." Malachi said before Lala placed a hand on his shoulder with Mason mimicking the action. They disappeared and ended up in hell.

Lala used her powers to chain Philip up. They left the stake inside of him to do further damage. "Why?" Philip croaked out feeling weak. "You've done nothing but put our sister through the wringer and now you're going to feel what that's like." Mason waved his hand and holy water bullets shot out at him.

They listened as Philip screamed out in pain. Lala let it go on for a few minutes before reeling in her siblings. "Guys, you said we weren't going to kill him kill him." Mason rolled his eyes. "He's clearly not dead."

She motioned toward the debilitated vampire. "Barely. Look I know we want to protect Freya, but I don't think this is the way." Malachi rolled his eyes. "Pussy." Lala grabbed Malachi by the shirt collar and pushed him against the window.

"If that were your mate, would you want us torturing them?" Lala asked honestly causing Malachi to look elsewhere. "Same goes for you, Mase." The angel/werewolf hybrid huffed before waving his hand.