Helanie:
His answer broke my hopes. I thought it was going to be a motivational story but it turned out to be worse of a kind. However, before I could feel disheartened, he added, "He received the most powerful wolf—and it made him immortal."
My heart sank at the thought of how incredibly lucky Soren Vaughn must have been.
"Immortal? How is that possible?" I asked, lost in thought but deeply impressed by this man’s luck.
"Everything is possible in our world, Helanie. There are creatures different from us. And he was better than most," Emt replied. The past tense he used made question the so-called immortality Soren Vaughn had received.
"He’s no longer alive?" I raised an eyebrow.
Emt let out such an adorable laugh that I felt my cheeks flush with warmth.
"He couldn’t age—he stayed young and was seen by so many people over the years. But eventually, he disappeared. Immortality doesn’t an soone can’t be killed by a specific weapon or in a certain way. I an, if you behead soone or take their heart out, they’re going to die," he said so casually it was as if he’d witnessed it firsthand. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had done extensive research on Soren Vaughn.
"So soone killed him?" I asked, leaning in slightly.
"I like how you ask questions, Helanie. It shows how attentively you’re listening," Emt remarked with a soft smile before continuing. "As for your question, since no one has seen him in years, it’s assud he was either killed or ended his own life. Who would want to live for over 100 years, only to watch their loved ones grow old and die, right?"
He spoke with such understanding that I couldn’t help but nod in agreent.
He was right. Poor Soren—he was given a gift he couldn’t fully cherish.
"So, Helanie, there’s a chance you might get lucky too. You just need to stay positive about it," Emt said, his words filled with genuine encouragent.
"Thank you for believing in ," I said with a warm smile, giving him a small bow of respect.
He wrapped the band around my wrist, the yellow star glinting on it. His fingers brushed against my skin, and he suddenly frowned.
"You have a fever, Helanie," he said, his voice shifting to a more serious, almost aggressive tone. "May I?"
The change in his deanor was striking.
I nodded, and he placed his hand on my forehead, shaking his head in disbelief.
"That’s why you were so distracted. Why didn’t you tell you weren’t feeling well?" he asked, looking exasperated.
"I didn’t know I wasn’t feeling well," I replied honestly. I genuinely hadn’t realized—I thought it was just because of my pregnancy.
"Co to my office with . I’ll give you so dicine, and I also want to speak with you about the class monitor position," he said, gathering his things.
I was shocked by his words. "You an to say you want my advice on who should be the class monitor?" I guessed, though he didn’t stop to clarify and instead continued leading toward his office.
The corridors were emptying as the students headed back to the hostel, likely getting ready for lunch. The warden was notoriously strict, but thankfully, I hadn’t had any confrontations with her yet.
Once inside his office, he shut the door and pointed to a chair. I sat down, expecting him to take the seat across from at the desk. Instead, he dragged his chair close to mine and sat down next to .
Hunched forward with his elbows resting on his thighs, he looked directly into my eyes. "I want you to be my class monitor."
"?" I asked, pointing a finger at my chest in disbelief.
"Why not? Helanie, I see how determined you are, how stubborn you can be when it cos to accomplishing things. I think you’d make the perfect class monitor," he said, leaning back in his chair.
He couldn’t have been more wrong. He had no idea that I was the complete opposite of what he described. I wasn’t strong at all—I couldn’t even decide what to do about my pregnancy.
"I think the Alphas will be upset," I replied quietly. "Besides, I really just want to lay low."
I looked down quickly, not wanting to see the disappointnt in his expression.
"Helanie, you didn’t co here to lay low, and I’m going to push you, no matter what you say," he said with a casual shrug, walking over to a shelf to grab sothing.
"I got you this—" he began, holding out a small box.
I let it drop onto my lap and quickly tied my hands behind my back, refusing to accept any more gifts.
"I don’t want any gifts. I think I’ve already overused your kindness, and I haven’t been able to repay you for anything," I said, my voice trembling.
I didn’t know what ca over , but a sudden wave of emotion hit, leaving teary-eyed. Even he seed startled by the intensity of my reaction.
"I’m sorry, I’m just very emotional," I imdiately excused myself, feeling his eyes on .
"It’s the fever," he said gently. "Besides, it’s a bracelet—not just any bracelet, though. It has an alarm system. Whenever you’re in trouble, you press this button here, and I’ll get an alert and your location."
He bent down slightly to show the small red button on the beautiful purple bracelet.
"Why? Do you think I’ll be in trouble? If I’m so weak, why make a class monitor?" I blurted out. This wasn’t how I wanted to respond—not when soone was being so thoughtful toward . But I was a ss.
I didn’t understand why I was acting so rude, an, or overly emotional. Just last night, I cried while watching a cartoon with Lucy.
A cartoon!
I couldn’t make sense of it. The girl who had once stopped crying altogether, even when thinking about ’that night,’ was now sobbing over a cartoon?
"Yeah," Emt replied softly, his voice full of understanding. "You’ll probably get yourself into trouble, and I want to be there for you. As for being class monitor—those are two separate things."
He didn’t even give the chance to apologize for my behavior. Instead, he waved the bracelet in front of , brushing past my reluctance.
I realized I didn’t really have a choice.
So, I reluctantly pulled my other hand out, and he gently slipped the beautiful bracelet onto my wrist.
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