A newly triggered werewolf attends the Salvatore Boarding School. Having to deal with her new found strength and anger issues, Alexandria Sinclair tries her best to make her way through the supernatural world, all while falling for a certain tribrid...
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"Why are they still in there? Can't we get them out?" Alexandria asked with urgency as she began to rub the palms of her hands.
In the time that had passed, the real Professor Vardemus was escorted out of the gym to get cleaned up. With his mind trapped in the therapy box for weeks and his body cramped in a forgotten locker in the gym, it was safe to say that he needed to get readjusted to the real world.
Rafael was left rattled after escaping the box. He had no recollection of making a breakthrough or even meeting the killer of their narrative world, so he was sent to the nurse's office while Jade disappeared to the Old Mill to find Wendy.
That left Emma, MG and Alexandria in the gym, waiting anxiously for the rest to make their way out of the therapy box.
Alexandria paced around the room, one arm over her chest and the other over her mouth. It was torture, waiting in silence, unable to do anything.
But soon enough, a quiet gasp caught the attention of those in the room. Alexandria stopped in her tracks, her eyes finding her girlfriend's and best friend's unconscious body. She noticed Hope starting to stir.
Hope's eyes fluttered open, Lizzie following soon after. Immense relief washed over everyone in the room as they finally woke.
Alexandria pushed past the others as the two girls stood up. The Sinclair's eyes shifted between them both before she immediately engulfed them in a hug. "You guys scared me," Alexandria muttered quietly as the two girls happily returned the gesture.
"Oh, thank god. I was beginning to think I need therapy myself," Emma chimed in.
As the girls separated, they all stepped back but Alexandria held onto Hope's hand. They met each other's gaze for a brief moment, but the two knew that they had some things to talk about later.
Everyone's attention slowly shifted to the remaining individual. Josie sat in her chair, still unconscious.
"Um... what are we gonna do about Jo?" MG nervously voiced out as he stepped forward to join the girls.
It was clear that someone had rewritten the rules of the therapy box. Josie. Or who they thought was Josie seemed to be the clear villain in their conjoined narrative. Each had encountered the witch, but what terrified them all was that none knew what it really meant.
~ * ~
With their group therapy session over, none were keen on even going near the therapy box for a long while.
With what the students had described, Alaric and Emma thought it best to keep Josie contained until they knew what they were dealing with. The dark magic was unpredictable and they feared if it had overtaken the young witch. With the help of a few sleep spells, they had successfully transferred Josie down into the werewolf transition cellars, but no one would know of her fate until she woke.
