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"W-what?"

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"You were best friends?"

"She was my soul sister," Amy replied deep in thought, "I never thought about it like that before."

"She really was," she whispered and hugged herself more tightly with the blanket at her shoulders.

"Were you... did you try getting close to her new friends after she moved in?" The doctor asked.

"Felix was never really approachable," she stated, "Jordan was cool but he always walked with his emotionless Friend Blake. I didn't get much of a window there."

"When did you learn about the magic?" he asked.

Amy hummed, "It was...well when she first told me the truth behind all her hospital visits and the weird attachment with Felix, I didn't believe her. I didn't even believe any of that after an attempted murder by a blanket,"

"I thought I was going exceptionally crazy when this bitch... I am sorry. Am I allowed to say that?" She asked looking around.

The doctor shrugged rearranging his glasses on his face as he noted down.

"You can say whatever you want. I can't tell any one," he told her/

"Oh yes, the whole law right?" she nodded.

"No, here I actually can't. I am spell bound to keep everything we discussed confidential. I even use vanishing ink for my notes. Don't worry about it." he explained.

Oh, Amy thought. How...effective.

**

The extermination project.

Rachael laughed as she traced the engraving with her hands. The book was as old as her parents, she thought. A record of past present and hopefully it stopped there.

"Why are you looking at that?" she turned to the sound of Carl's voice.

"Telling myself I did the right thing," she whispered as she placed it back on the shelf.

"When that was made," Carl pointed at the book, "I remember your mother saying the same thing."

He sighed settling into the chair across from her desk, "It seemed okay back then, right? We were preventing an imminent chaos. It was okay right?"

"I thought so too," Rachael whispered, "She was lying in a pool of blood at my feet, eyes drained of life and her memories, Carl. Even her childhood was scarred. Thinking back to all the others."

"The babies you mean," Carl interjected. Rachael flinched.

"Yes, them. It was too cruel." Her face dropped in shame, "What makes me better than her? What makes what I am doing to her any different than the monsters she has had to endure?"

Carl drummed his fingers softly on the wood on her desk. Then he paused.

"She wants to live." He stated.

"What?" Rachael lifted her head to meet his eyes.

"This one wants to live."

**

"What do you mean, she is dead?"

"Jordan?"

They turned to the door to see Mr Black standing there with a livid look in his eyes.

"What did you do?" He asked, his voice surprisingly calm. Jordan shrugged not concerning himself with the anger that was caoming off the older man in waves.

"I didn't do anything," he answered. Felix was on her bed rubbing his head in confusion and hopelessness unable to put the pieces together. Blake offered a bow and left. His physique towering Mr Black a whole 2 feet higher than before. He left quickly before M Black turned with a questioning glance. Instead Mr Balck turned to Jordan again.

"Why didn't you tell me, Father?" Felix asked standing up, "Why didn't you tell me?" Mr Black stood at a loss for words.

Seeing as the attention was away from him, Jordan also left the room. His feet dragging behind him with a fallen look on his face. He may have said with conviction but he knew he would have a hard time believing it himself. After everything, she just died. She had saved them. Somehow she had managed to dig the little energy she had left and got them out of there in record time too. Did he thank her? He tried to remember. Did she say something to him?

Was it peaceful? Was she in pain when it happened? The thoughts run around his head as he made his way to his room. There was no sleeping tonight for him.

Meanwhile Felix was glaring at the floor while his father paced in front of him.

"What happened, father?" he asked trying to keep calm.

Seeing as it was twice he had been referred to as 'father' instead of 'dad', it was serious. Very serious.

"You were dying," he started, "Your wolf was dying. I couldn't watch the only son I have die because of some human who kept getting herself in trouble."

Felix's head snapped up.

"What trouble could a human get herself into that I the alpha couldn't fix?" he asked, "Was she an addict? Was she in a gang? Was she a mafia's donna?"

"What was it, father?" he asked in frustration.

Mr Black stopped pacing and he sighed.

"She got kidnapped by a high level vampire who teamed up with rebel witches that were going to use her as a vessel for ancestral power," he said in a breath, "She was dying and your wolf was calling out to her. I couldn't watch you give- no, throw everything everything away for her."

Felix was silent. He did not respond for a few minutes as he analysed the situation.

He looked up and his eyes met his father's.

"But she was my mate, father. She was my mate. You, out of everybody, should have understood that," he spat and his father winced.

Mr Black laughed humorlessly before grabbing his son by the shoulders and looking him straight in the eyes.

"I was an alpha first before I became a mate," he growled, "I am an alpha first before I am your father."

He pushed his son back to the bed roughly. His head hit on one of the bed posts and he landed on his front. Being a werewolf, this hit wouldn't knock him out.

Instead the blow brought flashes of broken memory that he thought for a second might have been his imagination until he saw her face.

Crystal's face.

Multiple times, he was holding her with her eyes closed and her face bruised. He couldn't make out the scene or what was happening. But he saw the change of clothes and hair she had. And in one of them, he wasn't the one holding her, it was Jordan.

His heart ached and he opened his eyes and got to his feet staring back at his father with the same intensity he had been stared at with.

"I was an alpha before I was a mate," he told him, "And that killed her."

Mr Black stepped back in shock. His son's words echoing in his head like a broken record as he thought of his own life choices that led him thus far.

Felix looked at him once more before grabbing a picture frame that was on the drawer and leaving his father behind.

He didn't have the full picture, the small fragments did show him one thing. She was hurt. Hurt so much so many times when he was around. That pain she must have being going through must have been so much that he couldn't ...save her.

"I failed you," he said once in the hall, "I failed you till your last breath