Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

188-Something Is In The Tall Grass

Beatrice's POV:

It's been a few days since I joined the cafe and I have been staying with Pamela. Mom' s patience seemed to be wearing off once reality started to settle in. She was not ready to go back to this lifestyle.

I wasn't too sure what I was looking forward to anymore. A part of me died with Helel that day. I have tried to occupy my mind with countless thoughts that didn't include the brothers and Helel, but every time I went to bed, I failed.

I couldn’t stop remembering the words Helel said in front of his father and everyone.

"Go to sleep, Beatrice. You have work to do in the morning," mom must have heard me sniffle when she mumbled. We shared a bed here.

As I previously stated, life here was not luxurious, but it was still superior to any other option at the time.

"I need some fresh air," I whispered, rolling out of bed in exhaustion.

The work at Cafe wasn’t too comfortable for me. I was mostly in the kitchen and forbidden from coming out in front of anyone. The word went out about me, and everybody started hating on me, calling me a black widow who had seduced her stepbrothers and ended up killing one.

Mom didn't bother as I walked out of the room and headed straight towards the exit.

It was full moon, so the werewolves were going crazy outside. The howling could be heard even from across the tall grass.

staring at the moon, which stood higher

already making a plan to help him out, and that didn't even

let me

so agonizing and painful jolted me into stepping away from the grass and

Don't

trying to locate the direction of the voice, but it was impossible to find anything or

yelled, and suddenly the screams stopped. I felt my soul

to look around

my shoulder, and I found my body

have heard me yelling outside. She placed a hand on her

to

looked my way. "That must be the wind," she

some aside with my hand. The problem was that the area was vast, and I couldn't do anything without knowing a little about where the voice

having any idea where to go. They usually get caught in a Hunter's trap and then cry for help,' she

"The hunters?" I questioned.

held my hand and almost dragged me behind her until I freed my hand and stopped to look back because I heard

and look at Pamela. She didn’t look too frightened, so

Not even waiting for Pamela

probably be in his early twenties. His dark black

like a hungry