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.

There was another room on the opposite side of this room and with that room was a kitchen. My mother was sleeping

face. There was this guilt inside me that wouldn't let me rest.

rubbed my hands on my face and stepped away from Zane. It seemed like

tried giving myself an explanation, but nothing seemed appropriate enough to screw someone over like

to be in the back of my hand that I didn't think twice and handed that

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

said to myself. I could have asked Zane and come clean

I messed her up, so I

a hurry and started walking crazily towards the

that far for me since I was used to walking miles every

depended on it, I finally saw the house in distance and my heartbeat raced inside my

time that I

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

had been doing this for so long that

slamming the door to get his attention. Right after that, I rushed over to the kitchen on the side and hid behind the wall. I was shaking while holding that vase. Either I would save her or I will

march upstairs and then