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.

narrow hallway at the entrance, leading to a room that 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 and since we haven't removed the shackles from around her wrist yet, I didn't fear her

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

was doing so much for me and I did this to her," I rubbed my hands on my face and stepped away from

mother,' I tried giving myself an

back of my hand

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

her," I said to myself. I could have asked Zane and come

messed her up, so I should take

a hurry and started walking crazily towards

since

my life depended on it, I finally saw the house in

time that I have

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

immediately certain he was in the basement because the basement door was left open. He had been doing this for so long that he didn't fear anybody would catch him. Besides, nobody would ever visit us, so he had grown fearless with

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 wall. I was shaking while holding that vase. Either I would save her or I will get my karma and get caught by

heard him march upstairs and then

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