Chapter 3

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This is the Part Where You Run pt II




Lucienne pov



Hope being two goody shoes insisted that we need to ask for Alaric's permission first and here we are right now, standing in front of his room. Hope knocked softly then we hear a faint 'come in', Hope opens the door while i wait in behind her.



"Speak of the actual devil," I hear Lizzie said, annoyed at Hope's sight. "Sorry to bother. Um... I'm feeling kind of restless. I kind of need a release, can Lucienne comes with me?" she softly asked.



Leaning my back on the wall, "Uh... Yeah, back acres. But stay away from the Old Mill. Heathens are having a secret party I'm gonna break up in ten minutes," I heard Alaric answered.



"Thanks." Hope, immediately, close the door then grab my hand.



We went to the acres, far away from Old Mill. I let my wings out, moaning in relief of the feeling, while Hope takes her clothes off. Of course, she's being comfortable doing that in front of me. She handing her clothes to me then cracking her bones.



It's fascinating to see her shifting into a white wolf, I whistle away at her wolf's form. I look at her in adoration, "have i ever tell you, how beautiful you look in your wolf form?" she let out playful growls at me, "yes, you are right. Maybe I should starting to say it every time you turn," tapping my chin.



"Go on, run along. I'll be standing at the top of the tree, just howl if you need something," giving her a flying kiss before I fly up there. I'm standing at the top of the tree, looking down at Hope who started to running her cute little paws. I took my earphone out, the one that Hope gave me as my first Christmas gift, of my pocket and plug-in.




(AN: Here a gif to help you imagine of Lucienne standing at the top of tree)

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(AN: Here a gif to help you imagine of Lucienne standing at the top of tree)


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