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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I couldn't manage to get any sleep that night.
I had asked my family and friends to give me some space, and I was grateful they didn't insist on trying to comfort me.
I spent the entire night running through the woods in my wolf form—it was the only thing that ever helped me feel better. My mother used to describe it as the best feeling in the world, and from the moment I shifted for the first time, I understood exactly what she meant.
When the sun finally rose, I headed back home, changed back into my human form, put on the clothes waiting for me by the door and sat on the steps outside.
«Honey...» I heard my aunt call softly.
«How are you holding up?» she asked, sitting down next to me.
«Everyone I care about dies because of me. How do you think I'm feeling, Auntie Beks?»
Of course, she insisted it wasn't my fault, but I knew she was only trying to make me feel better.
«Come on, let's have some breakfast.» she said, standing up and holding out her hand to me.
I shook my head. «I'm not hungry.»
But she wouldn't take no for an answer, so I finally gave in just to please her.
As soon as I stepped inside, Marcel pulled me into a hug. I held him just as tightly, and he said: «It looked like you needed it.»
Even Josie and Lizzie looked like they hadn't slept at all; the dark circles under their eyes were impossible to miss. Despite her odd way of showing it, Lizzie cared about Landon.
«We called Rafael.» Josie informed me. «He was the only family Landon had.»
I nodded silently and sat down.
Rafael was a werewolf, a student at the Salvatore School, and Landon's foster brother.
I took a bite of the pancake, chewing slowly, though it took all my strength just to swallow.
«We've arranged the funeral. It's happening tonight.» my aunt told me.
I set down my knife and fork and stood up, suddenly feeling nauseous.
No one said anything as I hurried upstairs.
I couldn't go through another funeral, it was too much.
Still, I knew I had to go. I owed it to Landon.
I threw myself onto the bed and closed my eyes.
My mind was flooded with memories of him.
It seemed like only yesterday we were dancing in the square in Mystic Falls, jazz playing in the background, while my father watched us from afar with a smile on his face.
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