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CHAPTER SEVEN
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She hated this. Every night since the incident, Navaeh had been receiving nightmares of the monster. She had missed school for the last 3 days, and she still was struggling to sleep. Having given the pre-teen some medication to help her sleep, Lorelei hung up a dreamcatcher above the girl's bed. Leaning in, the mother pressed a soft kiss to Navy's forehead, giving a soft whisper of protection.
Closing the bedroom door, she turned and leaned against the wall, gritting her teeth in fury. If she had never agreed to letting her daughter stay at the school that long... If she hadn't agreed to keep searching for the Alpha while Derek went to see what Scott wanted... If she had just LISTENED for her phone... Pushing off from the wall, Lorelei pulled her top off and quickly made her way downstairs and towards the basement door.
The door shut behind her as she made her way to a lone punching bag hanging by some chains above two mats lying on the floor. Pulling the string, light illuminated the cold room surrounded by stone and cement. She needed to get her aggression out, or she'd take it out on the boy that had no control over himself.
If Derek didn't find this Alpha soon, Lorelei was going to rip the fucker to shreds the next time she saw the bastard. That was her little girl! Her baby! Her little rockstar! Fingers curled into fists as she stepped up on the mats. The first hit felt good, the second one felt better, the third just felt great. Snarls left the mother's lips as she gave into her anger, the fury she had held down for so long resurfacing.
Fists collided with the punching bag on repeat, her rage bubbling just at the surface. "Ahhh!" Turning, her leg connected with the punching bag and sent it flying across the room, the chain snapping from the impact. Fingers curled into her hair as she tugged, growling under her breath.
After years of controlling the rage, just one slip caused her to crumble. Her knees hit the mats on the floor before she leaned forward, pressing her face into the ground. A pained scream left the woman as sharp black nails dug into the cement, leaving long dagger-like lines in her wake.
Black eyes stared ahead, a snarl of absolute hatred dripping from her lips.
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GOTCHA GOALIE GABE
Hey, want me to bring your homework to your place?
DANCE DANCE NOLAN
It's been a hot minute since we've seen you. You okay?
GOTCHA GOALIE GABE
Navy, answer please. It's been four days and nothing. I'm worried.
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mortala | derek hale [1]
Fanfiction"Mortala" - unrelenting and deadly; involving loss of divine grace or spiritual death Lorelei only wanted to give her child a life she never had surrounded by safety and comfort. She just wanted to keep her away from the danger and horrors of the wo...