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"Miles, can you hear me?" Priscilla hurriedly shook against her son's body.
He let out a gentle moan, fluttering his eyelashes in an attempt to wake up from his deep slumber.
"Miles!" She called out to him again.
This time he flung his eyes open and then glared at the person in front of him. His expression was stern and his eyes were devoid of any emotions.
He looked around, taking in his surroundings, and then it hit him - he was in his mother's room.
A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he thought it was all just a terrible nightmare. But in an instant, vivid memories of what had happened during the full moon flooded his mind, causing his eyes to widen in fear.
The throbbing ache in his head intensified, causing him to let out a groan of discomfort.
"Miles, what is wrong?" Priscilla asked, her voice laced with worry.
She reached out to touch her son but he averted her hands with a frown.
Priscilla held her breath as she realized the reason for his sudden hostility was that he remembered everything.
"I know you must hate me now but It was your good," Priscilla said softly.
Miles ignores his mother and then goes to his room with a bang he closes the doors.
Her eyes welled up with tears, and Priscilla's heart sank. Deep down, she had always sensed that things would unfold this way, but she had held onto a glimmer of hope that she could somehow alter his fate.
"There will be consequences for your actions!" Alaric's words echoed in her mind, and Priscilla let out a frustrated sigh.
Deep down, she couldn't deny that he was right.
She shifted her attention to her phone as it began to ring. Seeing Alaric's name on the caller ID, she let out a sigh of relief.
"Alaric, I'm so glad you're okay," Priscilla exclaimed, her voice filled with relief.
She couldn't help but smile as she answered the call.
Relief was even an understatement because when she saw her father toss Alaric through a portal, many possibilities ran through her mind. Three days had passed and she didn't hear from him.
"If You were so worried you should have called." Alaric retorted differently.
"I got so caught up trying to take care of Miles for the past three days. I'm sorry." Priscilla apologizes.
"Is he awake yet?" Alaric's voice filled with curiosity.
"He is," Priscilla replied in a low tone.
Alaric could sense a tinge of sadness in her voice when he answered the call. It was as if he could feel the weight of her emotions through the phone.
"Hey, how did he handle all the changes?" Alaric inquired, his voice filled with concern.
"He's not taking it well," Priscilla replied, her voice filled with sadness. She turned her gaze towards the door, her heart weighed down by the situation. "He hates me," she confessed, her voice filled with a mix of guilt and pain.
"Yeah, you're right," Alaric responded, his voice filled with understanding. He paused for a moment, contemplating whether or not to ask the question that he had been on his mind.
Priscilla waited on the other end of the line, her phone still pressed against her ear.
"What happened to him.." Alaric asked with concern.
Priscilla's heart sank as she recalled the events that took place three days ago. The memory weighed heavily on her, causing a wave of emotions to wash over her once again.
Priscilla couldn't believe her eyes. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. The stories she had heard about hybrids and their incredible powers suddenly became a reality right in front of her. The sheer abilities of a hybrid were beyond anything she could have imagined.
Even Lucifer was no match for that much power, no wonder he saw Miles as a threat.
After the blast Lucifer and his cohort disappeared and Miles crashed on the ground because he wasn't able to handle that much power.
When Priscilla regained consciousness she slowly crawled to her son's body and clenched hard against him.
Thankfully Ella was able to rescue them on time and Priscilla stayed by her son's side waiting patiently for him to wake up.
"Priscilla! Are you there?"
Priscilla jolted back to reality when she heard his voice.
"He'll be fine." Priscilla concluded, "It's nothing he can't handle."
"Alright." Alaric smiled when he realized she didn't want to talk about it.
He knew Priscilla still had trouble finding it hard to trust him.
"There's something you need to see, I don't know if you can come over to the crime scene." Alaric said, "I'll text you the address." He added.
"I'm on my way." Priscilla sighed then she ended the call.
Priscilla took a deep breath and made her way to Miles's room. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to expect, but eventually mustered the courage to give the door a gentle knock.
"Miles, it's mom," Priscilla said, her voice filled with a mix of concern.
She swallowed hard, the silence that greeted her causing her heart to drop.
As Priscilla summoned her courage, she slowly opened the door to the room. Inside, she saw Miles lying down on the bed, tucked under a blanket, with his back facing her.
It seemed like he was lost in his thoughts, unaware of her presence. Priscilla's heart sank a little, unsure of how to approach him at this moment.
"Miles, I know it's hard." Priscilla cleared her throat.
"I don't want to hear anything from you," he said, his voice filled with frustration and anger.
Priscilla's heart sank even further, feeling the weight of his words. She took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to respond.
"At least let's talk about it." Priscilla pleaded.
"Get out now." He groaned.
Priscilla could feel the disdain in his words, understanding that he had recently gone through his first shift just three days ago.
Despite the disruption caused by her father, his body and emotions were still going through significant changes.
It was a terrible idea to leave him because he was yet to learn control but being around him only seemed to fuel his anger.
"I'll be gone for a while. There's food in the fridge make sure you have your lunch." Priscilla said with a sigh.
She waited for a response but Miles didn't answer his mother.
Priscilla waited for a response, but Miles remained silent, not answering his mother. Feeling disheartened, she closed the door and made her way to her car.
It must have been a difficult moment for her, feeling the need to give him space while also wanting to be there for him.
As Priscilla felt a glimmer of relief wash over her, she took a deep breath, wiped away the tears from her face, and started the engine.
Priscilla pulled up to the crime scene in her car, the woods looming before her like a dark, ominous presence. She could feel the weight of the situation even before she stepped out.
As she parked her car near the police tape, she could see the seriousness etched on Alaric's face.
Priscilla's gaze fell upon Ella, who was pacing back and forth with her hands on her hips, engaged in a conversation over the phone
Priscilla's eyes landed on Thompson, Alaric's partner. He was standing nearby. She noticed that he was about to interview the man who had discovered the body.
"I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up," Alaric said to Priscilla as he walked by her side.
"What are we dealing with?" Priscilla asked narrowing her eyes at the body in front of her.
She tilted her head to the side wondering what was beneath the white covers.
She also considered the possibility it could be the girl that Miles attacked but she desperately prayed it was not.
Alaric crouched down, slowly uncovering the sheet to reveal a gruesome sight. Priscilla couldn't help but be taken aback by what she saw, but she managed to maintain her composure.
"What is this?" She muttered under her breath.
"We've got a real puzzler. A young teenage girl was brutally murdered. But what's truly baffling is the cause of death. Her skin has been peeled off, leaving only the raw tissue. We can't even identify the victim." Alaric explained.
"Gloves," Priscilla demanded stretching out her palm.
"Okay, boss," Alaric remarked.
Priscilla wears the gloves and begins to examine the body, her mind racing with possibilities.
"This seems like the work of a supernatural creature."
"That's what I suspected. And that's why I called you. Your knowledge of the supernatural could help us crack this case." Alaric said in a low tone.
"This is unlike anything I've seen, her skin was peeled off from the inside." Priscilla retorted.
"Do you have any idea?" Alaric asked.
Priscilla's gaze darted towards him for a moment, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions. Then, she turned her gaze back to the lifeless body, feeling a deep sense of pity and sorrow.
The girl was probably within the age range of sixteen to eighteen.
"This looks like the work of a skin walker but before we jump to conclusions I'll have to do my research."
"I suspected it as well." Alaric nodded in agreement.
Priscilla took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the surroundings.
"We need to gather as much evidence as possible. Look for any signs of the creature's presence, any traces of its magic."
As they carefully examined the crime scene, Priscilla discreetly used her special powers, activating her witch eyes. With a quick and subtle gesture, she enhanced her vision, allowing her to see things that others couldn't.
instincts kicked in. She could feel the remnants of dark energy lingering in the air. Suddenly, she noticed a faint glow emanating from a nearby tree.
"What is that?" She asked tilting her head to the side and observing a faint glow.