Unfated

Chapter 2

{Andrea pov}

As I walked on, leaving the gap between me and her further and further apart, a heavy feeling increased, the more steps I took, the heavier it became. It is like as if she was slipping out of me, but that is not possible, it must be the imprinting thing. I did not took further notice, only knowing that it was increasing and increasing. By the time I reached my classroom, I knew something was not right, the depression was so bad now, that even though I feel no pain physically, mentally my heart felt like it had been ripped out. Then, I heard a commotion coming from a far. There were screams, wailings, shoutings. It was all so messy and confusing. Only when a voice caught my attention, then did I understand. Somebody had shouted "THERESA!"

Immediately, I turned on my heels and ran as fast as I could to her classroom, I do not know what is happening to her, but I do know that she was slipping out of me, at a very fast rate. I ran, and ran, faster and faster, as fast as my legs could take me. I was literally flying past the corridors. By the time I reached her classroom, I slammed my hand on the door to stop myself. It made a loud bang and everybody looked up, many whom had tears on their faces. I looked down, and I saw Theresa lying on the floor with a puddle of blood surrounding her. Her eyebrows were creased, her mouth was twisted and hung open. She was dead, and she died from extreme pain. I could not move at all. I just stood there. And then the sight was suddenly too much for me to take. I took a small step back, just barely feeling my legs. The more I moved them, the more I could feel them. By the time I had total control of my legs, I ran out of the classroom, out of the school, to the only person that could give me the desired answers: the office where my father was. 

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Narrator**

As the ambulance made their way to the school, they brought a stretcher and rushed to the classroom. Even though they have checked that Theresa has no more heartbeat, they still insisted on doing all they can to revive her. The paramedics rolled her onto the stretcher, spreading more blood on the floor. All the people surrounding were in tears, otherwise the boys were just in shock.

Once they reached the ambulance, they wasted no time in sending her to the hospital, they immediately did cardiopulmonary resuscitation on her, trying their best to try to get her heart beating. When all these were happening on the outside, Theresa's body was undergoing a different kind of change. No, her heart was not beating, but that does not mean that she was dead. Being alive, actually has a really broad definition.

Still, when the paramedics have already tried to revive her for twenty minutes, they knew that there was nothing they could do to get her heart beating. And so, they pronounced her dead. Theresa Lynne Velazquez, is pronounced dead at 10.13 am.

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{Andrea pov}

I banged the door open, despite the fact that there was a client currently sitting on the couch and having a talk with my father, but I barely noticed that.

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!!! YOU DIDN'T!!" I shouted at my father, who was taken aback, stunned.

All he could manage was a "What the hell are you talking about?"

"You said that you have already told me everything about werewolves but you f****** cut off the most important details!! SHE'S DEAD! ALL BECAUSE YOU F****** DID NOT TELL ME!!" tears started to fall of my face as I said that. Because I barely had time to know her again, I didn't have time to rebuilt our relationship.

"You do not speak to me in this tone, Andre. As your Alpha I demand more respect. And what do you mean by you having imprinted? You have just changed for one day! Justin, I think we'll have to postphone this talk to another day." My father said with an authoritative tone.