Page 111 of A Second Chance for the Beta
He told me to make sure to tell you how much he loved the both of us, and how proud and happy he was when he heard he’d become a dad. He loved you so much, my brave Charlotte.
Always know that you were made out of love and born with love. You are loved.
I know my fate is going to be a dark one, but you made it worth it. Thanks to you, your father and I were able to see the light. We wanted to make sure you are going to live in a bright future. I’m so sorry I had to leave you, but I needed to make sure that no one could find you, that your life would be safe and protected.
Always know my brave Charlotte…
… you are a miracle.
… you are the future.
… you are loved.
Even if your father and I should pass away, our love for you never will. If I have one wish for you, it would be for you to live your life to the fullest. Find people you trust. Take risks, make mistakes, have fun, and fall in love.
I love you,
Your mom.
PS: The necklace was mine. It’s what I inherited from your great-grandmother. My sister, your aunt Ella, has the same. I want it to be yours now. Fill it with new memories.
It feels like I can see my mom’s letter in front of me all the time. It’s as if she is talking to me, like I can hear her voice. When Dante handed me the letter, I read it and then did the only mature thing… copied it for him to take to the alpha to help ensure that Ella can save herself… and me.
On the other side of the letter are a few photos attached. One with mom and a young man who I assume was dad. There is one with mom and a middle-aged man—I recognize him as Grandpa. The last one with Ella as a baby.
I finally have a few more memorabilia of my parents. I place the photos safely in my room, waiting for Dante to leave, then I go for a walk.
I just want Ella to return so badly. I feel like I need her so much now. I want to hug her and talk to her about what Mom wrote and how we both had parents who left us because they wanted to save us.
She was all alone too. She knows how it feels. She knows I feel lonely sometimes, and it’s not because I have no friends or family. She knows I’m sad although there might not be a reason. She just understands, and I wish she would be here now to hold me and tell me it’s going to be alright.
I try not to cry, but tears are still brimming in my eyes.
She did save me, Mom. Ella found me and brought me home. I have friends here and family. I’m not alone, but I feel lonely without you. I wish I could have met you and Dad. I wish you weren’t ripped from me and killed. I will try to let the memories of you live on together with Ella and Dante. And I will try to find someone who knew Dad and can tell me more about him.
I’m aimlessly strolling around the forest in the pack area when I can feel the hairs on my arms standing up. Weird, maybe it’s getting colder, and I didn’t notice because I’m so heated up by my emotions.
I rub over my arms but the sensation doesn’t go away. An additional shiver goes down my back. It’s like a switch gets flipped in my head, and suddenly my eyesight becomes sharper again. I turn around to check my surroundings.
There… in the far distance, very close to the pack’s border, is movement. I can see the shadow of a man walking, and he is holding something in his hands. Is it a gun?
Fucking vampire senses for the win! Someone is attacking the pack. Fuck, I can’t link anyone yet. I decide to make a run for it. My eyesight as a vampire is sharper, so maybe he hasn’t spotted me yet… but he will soon see me!
Damn it, which direction did I come from?
Well, doesn’t matter, away from the borders!
I pick up my pace and run in the opposite direction of the man I just spotted. My heart beats so fast it makes it hard for me to breathe and think properly. I bump right into something soft.
“Charlie?”
I blink up, looking right into Felix’s blue eyes. Dario is there too. My luck! I found someone.
“Hey, Charlie,” Felix says. “We have training in half an hour, but if you want—” He pauses when Dario elbows him.
“What’s going on?” Dario asks, sounding worried. He seems to be on alert now, his shy presence making space for a more serious one.
“Someone,” I pant, pointing in the direction the man has been coming from. “There.”
