Azura:
"Everyone you set up has been dying left and right, Mother," I hissed into the phone, pressing it hard to my ear. My mother, the one known as the Grey Woman was eager to find out what was going on in the mansion. I never understood what she had done to deserve that title. It meant a lot in our community.
"That is because they were idiots. And you are not going to repeat their mistakes," my mother hissed back, making me roll my eyes.
"It doesn’t matter what I want. They’re going to get me killed. Now that all the brothers are feeling fine, they’ll convince Emmet to kill me," I grunted, walking deeper into the woods, following the path my mother had told me to take.
Finally, I hung up, because she was standing right in front of me. I gave her a look—half disbelief, half frustration.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Is that how you treat your mother? The one who has been helping you through and through? The one who always takes care of the dead bodies when you kill," she said, frowning and shaking her head at me.
"Helping me through and through? You’ve done nothing for me. I’ve been the only one trying to save myself. And by the way, that crazy lady Darcy, she’s going to get in trouble. She wasn’t very slick when she was committing all those crimes," I hissed.
My mother stepped closer, carefully, almost dramatically, patting my back.
"You don’t have to worry about her. She is not our problem. Our main issue is controlling Emmet. We have to make it happen. He must be on your side and kill his brothers and that Helanie," she stated determinedly.
Her words didn’t inspire much confidence. Honestly, I was losing hope. At first, this all sounded interesting. I thought it would be easy. How hard could it be? Make him fall in love with me, then tell him what to do, and he’d do it.
Of course, I was wrong. It wasn’t easy. Not for me.
I wondered if Helanie asked them to do something like that, would they do it? Maybe not. That’s why they loved her. They knew she’d never ask such things. But my life was different. I had to ask. I had to make Emmet kill his brothers.
"Now, where are we headed?" I sighed, tired and restless.
"We are going back home." As soon as my mother said that, I froze, shaking my head like it was a bad joke.
"You want me to face him again? You know he doesn’t like me," I hissed, thinking about how, just because I was his daughter from a werewolf witch woman, he treated me as less than the others. His other children came from crazy, terrifying women, which is why he loved them more. He probably saw himself in them. But me and my mother, we were different.
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