Death is not sufficient punishment.

Hazel and her little surprise

When we returned to the city, June get home.

Erika and I were standing in front of her house.

"Do your wounds hurt a lot? My blood can-"

"No, I'm fine. Thanks." Erica interrupted me.

"All right, bye. And be careful, please!"

"Okay, bye."

She went into her house. I went home, too.

The only thing I wanted now was silence to draw, but that's not possible in our family.

In addition to the argument in the living room between June and Henrik, there was crying from Hazel's room. I went into her room. As you despaired, Hazel was there crying.

"Hazel? What happened? Did Henrik hit you? I'll kill him!"

"No," she said, wiping her tears with her hand.

"Alexander? I don't believe it much."

"No. Nobody hit me. I'm fine."

"Mmm ... Your tears don't look like from happiness. I'm just saying."

"I ... I'm pregnant."

"Will you repeat? I don't think I heard you right."

"I'm pregnant, Cole."

"That's no reason to be sad. It's great news. I'm going to be an uncle."

"I'm not ready for a child."

"You have endured us for more than two hundred years. You will be able to endure a child who will call you "mom." "

"I want the child to have a happy and ordinary life. I don't want her to feel different from other children."

"So it's a girl. What week are you?"

"I found out today, but around the third."

"Who is the child from?"

"Hunter. Hunter Anderson. You don't know him."

"On the contrary. I know him. Annoying werewolf. I can't believe you like him."

"Actually, I don't like him. We're just friends. He is my friend."

"He is your friend and the father of your child."

"I am aware. Look, I was drunk. He was drunk, too."

"Oh, so he doesn't know you're pregnant with his child. Right?"

"Yes, I haven't told him yet."

"How do you think he will react?"

"He will be happy for me ... I hope."

And while Hazel sat sad and pregnant in her room, things didn't go smoothly between Henrik and June. There were loud shouts, screams. And Alexander was not at home. As always. He hated sitting at home. I don't know if it was because he couldn't stand us or just loved the aroma of fresh blood.