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.

a kitchen. My mother was sleeping in that room and since we haven't removed the shackles from around her wrist yet, I didn't fear her transitioning. Zane had fallen asleep on the living room couch. I found some blankets and other stuff, so I covered my mother

at his face. There was this guilt inside

me and I did this to her," I rubbed my hands on my face and stepped away from Zane. It seemed like I changed because of him.

tried giving myself an explanation,

back of my hand that I didn't think

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

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

I messed her up, so

the house in a hurry and started walking crazily

for me since I was used to walking

it, I finally saw the house

the first time that I

the thought of him hurting Beatrice made me want to hit myself. It was all my

open. He had been doing this for so long that he didn't fear anybody would catch him.

a vase from the side table before slamming the door to get his attention. Right after that, I rushed over to the kitchen on the side and hid behind the

march upstairs and then head