FLAMES OF REVENGE

No other choice

At the orphanage Chelsea sat cross-legged on her bed, surrounded by a pile of clothes. She had just moved into the orphanage and it was time to sort out her belongings. A mixture of excitement and nostalgia filled the air as she picked up each item, careful not to let her emotions overwhelm her.

Lora, always thoughtful, knocked softly on Chelsea's door and entered the room. "Hey, Chelsea. I thought I'd come in and see if you needed any help. Sorting through clothes can be a bit overwhelming, right?"

Chelsea looked up and smiled gratefully. "Oh, Lora, that would be wonderful. I'm not quite sure where to start." Chelsea said matter-of-factly.

Lora sat down next to Chelsea, creating a calm and supportive atmosphere. "Let's begin by categorizing your clothes into different piles. We can start with the essentials like everyday wear, sleepwear, and outerwear. That way, it'll be easier for you to find what you need later on."

Chelsea nodded, her eyes lighting up with relief. Together, they started separating the clothes into different piles, tidying up the previously chaotic mess. Lora offered gentle guidance, suggesting different ways of organizing the clothes to optimize space and accessibility.

As they sorted through the clothing, Chelsea stumbled upon a worn-out sweater that held sentimental value. She couldn't help but pause for a moment, her fingers tracing the fabric. Lora noticed her expression and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Sometimes, clothes hold special memories, don't they? It's okay to take a moment and reminisce," Lora said softly, understanding the significance behind the sweater.

Chelsea nodded, a bittersweet smile gracing her lips. "Yes, this sweater belonged to my mom. It's one of the few things I have left from me despite it being too big"

Lora's eyes filled with compassion as she listened attentively to Chelsea's words. "It's moments like these that remind us of the strength and love we carry with us, even through difficult times. Your mom will always be a part of you, Chelsea."

Chelsea felt a warm reassurance wash over her, and she continued sorting through her clothes with newfound determination. With Lora's support, the task became less daunting and more cathartic. They labeled and folded each item neatly, arranging them in a way that made the space feel like her own.

By the time they finished, Chelsea couldn't help but marvel at the transformation the room had undergone. It is now time to rest.

After seeing Lora out Chelsea returned to her room and threw herself on the bed reminding herself to be strong and not to let her emotions get the better of her before drifting off to sleep.

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Being rejected did not sit well with Nora as she had always gotten what she wanted since young, hence began to throw tantrums when Esteven rejected her request.

Pointing a piece of jewelry in his hand Nora when as far as shading fake pitiful tears to arouse his pity for her.

Watching as her plans fail before her eyes Nora hastily stopped as she saw the thick Golden murderous glow in Esteven's eyes as he coldly commands

"Taras…take Miss Tang back to her room and make sure she stays there"

"Yes"

With a decisive answer Taras who has long been tired of Nora's constant tantrums rudely grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room without even turning back to see if she was hurt or uncomfortable.

The living room is cozy, with a large leather sofa, a coffee table covered in books and magazines, and a wall decorated with photographs. Estevan, a determined and focused man who looked like he was in his late twenties, sits on the sofa, holding a notebook and a pen. He flips through the pages, searching for any clues that might lead him to Chelsea.

"There has to be something here... Some hint, some clue" Estevan muttered to himself.

Harry, a helpful and caring assistant who also looked like he was in his mid-twenties, enters the room, carrying a tray with two cups of steaming coffee.

"Estevan, I think you and that notebook are becoming inseparable. Are you sure you're not composing a love letter to her" Harry teasingly said?

Estevan smiles faintly, appreciating Harry's lightheartedness, but his eyes still carry a hint of worry.

"I wish it were that simple, Harry. I need to find her, make things right"

"I know, Estevan. And I'm here to help. Did you find anything in your search?" sympathetically said

Estevan shakes his head, frustration visible on his face.

"No, nothing concrete. Just some addresses, phone numbers... But I'm missing that one piece that could lead me directly to her"

Harry puts the tray down on the coffee table and sits next to Estevan, offering him a comforting smile.

"Well, let's think about this together. What do you remember about her favorite places or people she used to be around?"

Estevan's eyes light up with a spark of hope as he starts to recall some memories

"She used to walk about this little café downtown. It had the best blueberry pie she'd ever tasted. And there was also this park she used to walk through, filled with cherry blossom trees...

Harry listens attentively, his mind working quickly to help Estevan piece everything together.

"What about her friends? Is there anyone who might know where she is?"

Estevan thinks for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Well, she does have any. She was always alone, and always by herself.

"Do you regret killing her parents?" Harry asked

"Yes," he answered without hesitation as he recalled the lifeless appearance of Chelsea that night after saving his pack.

"It's not your fault" Harry reassures him as he thanks him, but he still stands not moving an inch as if waiting for something.

Asking the problem, he came to realize his mother, the Luna of the wolves as he still does not have a mate yet has returned and demands his presence.

"I understand tell her I'll be there in 5 minutes," he said returning to his indifferent manner.

After Harry left the room he took one last gaze at Chelsea's photograph before leaving the room to join his mother.