ANNABEL’S POV
I sat on the roof, initiation done. Holding the bloodstone Oliver wanted. Stolen from the sirens, the hybrids. Feeling more like them, a vampire.
*From human to beta to vampire,* I chuckled, tucking the bloodstone away. Looking at the stars, I mused, "Well, hey Annabel, look at you shining, a star. A wanted star."
Memories rushed in – home, Momma, Thomas, even that annoying Lombard. I felt a lump in my throat. "Momma, I miss you. Thomas, I miss you. Stupid Lombard, I miss you too."
Tears welled up, and I whispered, "Why did I leave?"
Suddenly, a distant cry broke the silence. "Attack! Attack!" I wiped my tears, grabbed a weapon, and headed towards the sound.
I rushed towards the source of the commotion, my heart pounding. The night air was tense, and the distant echoes
