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.

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

There was this guilt inside me that wouldn't let me

such a bad friend. No! I’m just a bad person. She was doing so much for me and I did this to her," I rubbed my hands on my face and stepped

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

in the back of my hand that

Beatrice's innocent face, I

to myself. I could have asked Zane and come clean to him, but

so I should take responsibility for

in a hurry and started walking crazily towards

far for me since I was used to walking miles every

sprinting as if my life depended on it, I finally

that I have

noticed the house was engulfed 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 when she

the basement door was left open. He had been doing this for so long that he didn't fear anybody would

side and hid behind the wall. I was shaking while holding that vase. Either I would save her or I will get my karma and get caught by him. I was ready

upstairs and then head toward the door