Chapter 7/ Her image

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Her image
New Orleans, USA
Klaus' point of view

A week had passed since we last saw hope. How did a loss her again. With out even telling her who she is. Ever since we got back I haven't stopped painting her image. Her beautiful fetchers. Those green eyes. Her light brown curls. Her lips. How couldn't I see she was my daughter?

I was waiting for Hayley to come back from California were a different wolf pack was located. After we lost hope she left. Blaming us for losing Hope. She decided to look for her by herself, but so far no luck. I called her up a few days telling her we found Hope.

I need her help to locate the Academy Hope goose to. All we know it is Montana, but other than that we don't know were it could be. That's why I called her. Her pack moves around allot up north they might now.

Just as I was done with my last painting I placed it on the wall. Then I felt the down stairs door open. "Hope?". It was Hayley. She was running to every room. Looking for her daughter.
"Hope? My little wolf. We're are you?" She kept on asking.

She finally got to my art room and gave me a desperate expression.
"Klaus were is she? Were is Hope?" She was smiling. She had the urgency to see her little girl after all this year.

"She isn't here. I need your help me find her." I said placing a hand on her shoulder. Her expression changed. Her smile turn to furry.

"You ass hole. I thought she was with you. How dare you tell me you find her with out telling me you don't actually have her with you." Hayley started trowing stuff at me some of my paintings. But I didn't car about them. But once she go to Hope's I used my vampire speed to stop her.

"Stop!" I took the painting from her and took it in my arms. "I meet her. She has my attitude, and your hair." I showed her the painting and she felled to her knees.

"Is that?"

"Yes it's our Hope. I know where she is I know her school's name. I know the State. All we need is to go get her. Hayley we have a chance to find her. But we need to move fast." I got up and put on my jacket.

She was starting at the painting as if she had seen a old friend. She smiled and tiers keep on calming down her breathing. "When do we leave?"

"Right now. We were just waiting for you."

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