Chapter 22 Annabella

Annabella

My dreams were blank except for the one that woke me up, I couldn't bear to see them. I couldn't bear to see how they died. How the children died.

I woke up next to Alonso, he was holding my hands soothing me, helping me come to but that wasn't enough. It was so much the pain I could feel it running through me like live wire.

But just like always he found a way to make it better and helped me come to terms with the new me. The hair, marks and eyes are something totally new.

I haven't left the house since i didn't want to because i was afraid of how people would watch me, how they would react but i guess faith had something else in store.

Loud noises came from outside then a magnetic pull was felt throughout the house and I saw my father all beaten and bruised laying in the middle of the living room calling for me.

I stand and watch as he's rushed to the pack's hospital, his breathing soft as he lays there with his eyes closed. I want to cry, shed a tear but I hardly know the