A posted a pic of Jase below, and I plan to post one of Braxton or Alaric (Annabelle's dad) next, unless anyone wants to see someone else first... also, sorry if I've been caught spelling Jase's name with a c sometimes, I forget how I originally spelled it on occasion! Sorry it took too long to post this, school *Sighs* you know how that it. Anyway, read on loves!

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After I finish talking with Jase, I make a cup of coffee up and set it on the coffee table in front of the couch were the pack doctor sleeps still, her bag still propped up next to her. I had written her a note to tell her about my father's bandages needing tending too, and slip it under the the mug on the glass serface. I then take a blanket from one of the closets and drape it over her, and finally head upstairs when Jase goes to help clean up the yard.

As my brother promised, he is still in Zael's room, his head propped up by his hand, leaning against the arm rest, snoring softly. He wakes when I enter the room, and looks up at me with squinty eyes, the pale-ish blue morning light illumintating his blonde disheveled hair with a dusty glow.

"Go rest, dad is asleep and you need your strength to help clean up later." I fail to mention that it had started, because he deserves a good rest before hand.

He nods, looking dazed, and drops my fuzzy purple blanket to stand. I catch it before it falls and help him to the door, then watch him until he stubles around the corner to his bedroom, blanket over my arm.

I close the door and walk back over to the chair, sinking into it as I cradle the blanket closely, wrapping my leg around it comfortable and laying my head on it as I gaze tiredly at Zael's sleeping face. So he still hasn't woken.

It crosses my mind to check the time, but my eyes ease shut and I'm quickly out like a light with exhaustion.

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Zael's POV

My eyes open to stare at the white ceiling, and I look blankly until the sound of deep, even breathing reaches my ears and I turn my head curiously. Braxton is still here?

No.

Annabelle lays curlled up in a wooden back chair, craddling a soft looking blanket like it is a living thing. Her beautiful ink black hair is in a messy, lopsided bun on the top of her head, and she has her face pressed into the blanket as she sleeps.

I think of waking her, but instead I lay there watching her sleep, letting it still my anxiety of laying in this bed for so long and calm my beating heart. I hadn't realized how releaved I would feel after I saw her, unharmed from Christian's attack. Christian. I clench my hands into the blankets above me, my fingers curling into fists. Christian. He did this.

Annabelle stirs, and lists her head up, moaning softly. Her knot of a bun flops to one side, the small, fine hairs near the crown of her head stick out like the downy feathers of a baby bird, and I smile. She is adorable.

"Hey." I whisper, and she jumps a little, the foggyness seems to leap from her face for surpise when I speak, and she sits up quickly.

"Hey yourself. Your awake, finally." She responds, still cuddling the blanket. "Are you feeling better at all?"

I just smile. "I am now." She blushes a little and stands from her chair, clearing her throat.

"Are you hungry? You must be hungry-"

"Annabelle," She sivers when I say her name, gaining her full attention. "Shut up." She knits her brow together and sits back down slowly, and I let the corner of my mouth quirk up in a smile. "That's better. I'm glad to see your okay, I don't know what I would have done if you were- What is that?" I abruptly change subjects when I find the bandage on her head.

She frown and reaches up to touch it. "Oh, it's nothing I'm fine. Are you sure your alright Zael?"

We both pause as she says my name, and I close my eyes and move my head back twords the ceiling. "Mmmm." I mumble."Yes. You've been here for a while."

She nods. "Since you've been."

"Come here, I want to see that. Please." I add at the look she gives me, but she obeys obediently, and comes closer, sitting on the side of my bed. I pull myself into a sitting position, grunting with the effort as pain shoots through my whole body, and Annabelle leans forward a little in concern. I ignore the throbing in my head and muscles and brush my fingers across her face, and she leans into my touch.

I peel the white gauze back, to reveal a small, disapearing scar and I peel the rest of the tape away gently, and rub my thumb repeatedly over the skin there softly. "I'm so happy your alright."

She smiles, closing her eyes. " And your okay too. So I'm happy." She opens her eyes again to look at me, letting me touch her.

I let my hand slide down to her cheek, and bring the other one up to her face as well. And bringing her closer to me, I kiss her.

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Sorry for the short chapter, but I wanted to give you guys something to go on until the next update.

Thanks for all the reads!

Stay awesome,

~Alpha A.