Arlo's POV
Mother was overjoyed to see me. She was my constant in this world, one person who had always supported me and made me stronger. I made the mistake of hiding the fact that I was bullied, she was furious when she found out later and fought with the school authorities.
But our family was always shunned and no matter how much we tried to be part of their society we remained outcasts. At least we had each other and I was forever indebted to Dria.
"Here," she handed me a glass of blood as I settled down in a chair near the fireplace.
"Thank you," I murmured taking the glass from her as she settled down in the chair beside me.
"Father is at work? Any attacks so far?" I inquired while taking a sip.
"Yes, your father left early. And no it has been relatively peaceful so far. How is the situation at your Institute? What happened exactly?" She had a worried look on her face. I filled her in with little details I knew and she gasped.
