Andria's POV
I opened my eyes to meet the angry faces of the four.
"You are half vampire?" Aven growled, his eyes flashing red, "And you never cared to say it." he was pacing all over the smelly dungeon where I passed out.
There was no vampire in sight, Becca was awake, and Arlo was around, too. They all stared at me with straight, disappointed, judgmental eyes.
I wanted to be buried instantly. I've disappointed the only ones who stood out for me.
"I should have told you all, but being a vampire in a wolf school, knowing how the wolves despise the vampire," I defended myself.
"If you told me, believe me, your secrets will be safe with me, but you kept it from me," Becca paused, "From us, I don't know who you are anymore."
"We don't know who you are anymore," they chorused, their voices echoing until they vanished.
"She is still passed out?" Tristan's voice was the first voice I heard as I tried to adjust my eyes to the environment.
