Helanie:
It wasn’t normal news. Her being at the mansion meant a lot of trouble, especially since Emmet was there. If she found out he had already been sent into the dream world, she might try to do something, not to harm him directly, but to be sneaky.
We rushed back home. The minute we arrived, we were stunned by the way she was screaming at the top of her lungs while standing outside, looking completely unhinged.
"Why aren’t you letting me in?" she screamed, standing at the door.
However, she finally pushed through, entering the mansion. Both Norman and I rushed past the warriors, following her inside. Norman was quick to position himself, spreading his arms to block her at the entrance.
I stepped in front of her as well. I noticed her gaze shift from Norman to me. The harsh look on her face was clear, she did not like me at all.
"What are you doing here?" Norman yelled, growling, showing aggression that made her frown.
"I’m your mother. If I come here screaming, don’t you want to ask if I’m in danger? If my life is in jeopardy?" She placed a hand on her chest dramatically, but both Norman and I knew her life was fine. She was perfectly fine. Because of her, everyone else’s life was in danger.
"What the fuck do you want?" I spoke up, and I noticed the shock on her face. She turned to me and gasped.
"Look how she’s talking to me. She got this courage from you brothers mistreating me," she complained almost instantly.
"Answer her," Norman demanded.
I could already tell she was seeing our power. She was watching her sons rise above her emotional drama.
"I came here to let you know that your brother is in his lycan state. He was spotted on top of the mountains, frantically howling and in pain." As soon as she mentioned Maximus, my heart skipped a beat.
"What? Where?" Norman’s tone shifted immediately.
"Right next to the woods. And you had no clue because you’re so busy running after her, chasing her, singing love songs in the woods," she screamed, glaring at me.
I clenched my jaw and stepped between her and Norman, facing her squarely. I could tell she did not like my attitude.
"Next time you enter this mansion, keep your eyes down, because you’re not looking at some helpless Helanie that you abused in a million different ways. You heard me?" I yelled, slapping my hand on the wall next to her.
She jolted backward, glancing at Norman for support. But when he didn’t move, she began to tear up, giving a small nod of understanding.
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