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33 | Chapter XXXIII - A Reflection Of Someone Else

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I don't know why - Imagine dragons
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I ignore the chapping at the door. My entire attention is taken looking at old photos, I don't want get off of my bed to answer it. After all, if it were Hunter - he would've taken the window. Open it, and just barge his way in - not caring if I was fully naked or not. Him being him, I knew exactly what option he would prefer.

I hear my mom scramble to her feet downstairs and lightly sigh before cursing. "That girls too lazy for her own good."

I laugh lightly and continue to analyse the photos that were sprawled out in front of my bed. If my life had been some-what normal then right now, I probably would be studying.
But lucky me, got taken out of school completely and now - will never get a single qualification.

When I asked Hunter about this he laughed, and told me I had the exact same reaction the first time. That I wouldn't need any qualifications when they were going to make me Queen.

Queen. I never did see that coming.

I place the photo of both Amy, Em and I at the SummerBall almost Six months ago back onto my bed as I try and hold back the emotions that seeing Amy's face makes me feel. She didn't deserve to die. Her family go out every night and walk around, shouting her name, hoping she will come home.

She never will - because she can't.

I push the image of Amy's lifeless body lying in a ditch somewhere. The nightmares already reminded me of what I had caused. I try to push the tears away as I wipe under my eyes with the ends of my Pyjama top.

The sudden smash of a plate, maybe a cup or even a mug catches my attention. It comes from downstairs. I try to listen in as carefully as I can when honestly, I'm still pretty crap at anything were-wolfy.

I can hear my mom's panicked breathing, somethings wrong, somethings really, really wrong. I lunge towards the stairs and quickly make my way down them.

One step at I time I get faster and smile at how much I've healed over the past two weeks, I deserve a medal and a certificate which says
'Congratulations, you ain't dead yet."

When I reach the bottom of the stairs I notice my mom standing at the door looking very pale. Her hands are cold as her light brown eyes are looking out of the door. Her mug which was supposed to read ' Best mom humanly possible' is split into several pieces across the floor.

It was an late Christmas present. Obviously I've not lost my sense of humour.

All of the warm air is sucked out of the room and the cold winter air enters it as I open the door slightly wider to see who it is. My mother swallows hard. I can tell she already knows.

I open the door wider and reveal who is behind it.

In the snow stands five strangers all dressed in black. Behind them are no other than Rose, Aidon and Hunter.

A girl with long white hair that looks no older than twenty-one smiles up at me. And when I say smiles up at me, I mean like she must've been like 5"2 - and she was defiantly a wolf.

I didn't think tiny wolves were a thing.

Her jaw drops when she spots me and the male wolf's behind her gasp when I creep forward from behind the door. Hunter tries to contain a smile - after all, I am still in my Pyjamas.