Angel from hell

Seventh week of streams of attacks to the White Saints coven. All the man were killed only woman remained. As they were attacked by rouge werewolfs, a young mother hid her little baby boy where she thought he won't be found and killed. As the m******e ended all the White Saints coven vempires were eliminated, only a little boy remained.As the damage was done, the White Saints coven was destroyed only rambles remained. Teresa was a slave to the Blue Stath pack. More than anything she enjoyed exploring. After she heard of what happened to the White Saints coven she came to check out the damage as the covan happened to be just near their territory. While at her exploring she heard a little baby's faint cry. Teresa pov I woke up in my little cottage that is a good deal far from the pack house, early before anyone in our pack could wake up. Put on my faded lagging and my yellow tank top on. Tie my hair into a messy bun. Went out for my morning explore. To clear my mind off everything happening at the pack house I always loved to explore the forest. But on this particular morning I heard that the White Saints coven that was just near our territory had been attacked and no survivor .I jus thought I check it out. As I jog, I engaged in a monologue, "I heil from a beta of the Purple Shade lycan pack, although I am born without a lycan that does not mean I should be made a slave to this cruel alpha. My father hate me so much he sold me a slave to alpha Roman when I was just seven years of age. I started working as a slave since then and now I am twenty four years. The only thing I had that reminds me of my family is the necklace mother told papa to give to me as her last wish on her dying bed, and a diary that seemed impossible to open since it needed a key to be unlocked. I have never been able to read what is written because it is locked. It frustrates me at times I even thought of throwing at away at time. When I got to the now rambled excoven I was busy checking it out when suddenly I thought I heard a little baby cry. I shook my heard as I thought I'm imagining things, but the cry continue. It was like a magnet drawing me closer and closer, I seemed unable to stop myself as hard as I tried to I wasn't able to. I wished I could run as far as I can from the cry, but my feet were under the mercy of the cry. As you could imagine it, I found the most beautiful baby I have ever seen in piles of rambles. Something told me right away that the baby is special. That I must protect him with everything I am. I felt a very strong bond between us, felt like I have known the little baby the rest of my life. I brought the little baby home withe me.