Two years after the tragic loss of her parents, Hope Mikaelson moves to Beacon Hills to live with her aunts, Freya and Keelin, in search of a fresh start.
But peace is short-lived, and soon Hope learns she hasn't escaped the dangers of her past.
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The fear in their eyes was something I'd never be able to erase from my memory.
I couldn't blame them; I had almost killed them and everyone else in the school.
«Hope!» My name echoed in my ears, pulling me out of my thoughts.
«Don't worry about me, Jo, I've calmed down.» I rose from the steps and turned to face her.
Something was off; Josie had a troubled expression, as though she had something to say but was hesitant to speak.
«What is it?» I asked, dreading the answer. I couldn't take any more bad news.
«You need to see for yourself.»
I followed her inside the school. As we joined the others, Josie took Landon's arm and exposed a symbol on his wrist.
The sight of the curse made my stomach churn. I recognized it right away.
It was Landon! Knowing him like I did, I should have realized earlier that something was wrong.
My heart was racing, pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. The walls seemed to be closing in, and I couldn't catch my breath.
«Hope?» Landon called holding my hand.
«I–can't–» Panic clawed at my throat, threatening to take over.
«She's having a panic attack!» Stiles said urgently, his eyes wide with worry.
The room blurred, and my chest tightened, suffocating me.
Then, I felt Josie's hand on my chest. «Hope, look at me.» she said softly. «Breathe with me, slowly.»
Stiles stayed close but the others kept a safe distance, afraid I might lose control again.
I focused on Josie's voice, forcing myself to breathe in sync with her.
She gradually slowed my heartbeat and the tightness in my chest eased.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw Landon looking at me concerned. He gently brushed the tears away.
My voice trembled as I said, «I'm so sorry... I should have known.»
«No, Hope, please listen.» He held my face, looking straight into my eyes. «This is my fault, do you understand? I was the one who insisted on coming here.» He said, his eyes glistening.
I saw Stiles shift nearby. His jaw tightened, and he quickly looked away when I glanced in his direction. His arms were tense at his sides, and his fists were clenched, his expression difficult to read.
«Come on, let's go home.» I took his hand in mine and started to leave.
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