Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

288-1 Am Guilty.

Maura's POV:

"I am sorry I almost forgot your mother is a weredragon," he then shook his head and rolled his eyes, trying to stay awake.

"It is okay/ I said as I kept staring at him. He hadn't said anything bad or expressed his anger towards my requesting of him to help a weredragon, but I am guessing he was going to do it now.

"Maura! It is will be a bit difficult to help you but I will do my best. She is a weredragon and I believe she is at a point where she needs to transition and recover from the years of long torture. I will suggest you don't give her the pills immediately and let her transform into a safe environment," he mumbled under his breath, scratching his stomach and gulping down the rest of the wine.

He was wasted at this point, so I couldn't argue with him about how once she transitions, somebody will see and hurt her.

So I didn't do much and helped him walk over to the couch and lie down.

"You need to rest,' I said to him, taking the bottle out of his hand and leaving it near the table.

“The mountain has some hunters—so be wary of the —area and don't go around—,“ he was speaking in his sleep at this point. I watched him change his side and doze off.

then opened to the living room. There was another room on the opposite side of this room and with that room was a kitchen. My mother was sleeping in that room

this guilt inside me that wouldn't let me rest. Although

this to her," I rubbed my hands on my

for my mother,' I tried giving myself

of my hand that I didn't think twice and handed that poor

Beatrice's innocent face, I realized I need to correct

could have asked Zane and come clean to him, but I feared I will lose

up, so I should take

hurry and

that far for me since I

life depended on it, I finally

that I have come to

in silence. He has to be in the basement. Just the thought of him hurting Beatrice made me want to hit myself. It was all my fault. God knows how she must have felt

the house and was immediately certain he was in the basement because the basement door was left open. He had been

kitchen on the side and hid behind the wall. I was shaking while holding that vase. Either I would save

him march upstairs and then head toward