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Hope walked into the foyer of The Salvatore School where she saw Landon standing by the fireplace alone, reading his newest Star Wars graphic novel. Hope approached Landon and with all the strength she could muster, proclaimed
“Landon we’re over”.
Landon stood there, confused for a moment.
“Hope, where is this coming from? I thought we had gotten past the ‘hero, martyr, secrets’ business. I’m here for you, I’m in this for the long haul”.
Hope looked at Landon one last time, with disdain. “Landon, this has nothing to do with being a hero. I’m breaking up with you because you have as much personality as a raisin. Lizzie was right, you are an overgrown Muppet baby. I need to be with someone I can trust, someone mature.”
With those scathing words, Hope trotted out of the main hall and up to her room.
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Hope begins to run down the hall towards her dorm when she is violently pulled into a janitor’s closet by her backpack.
Standing there with anticipation is none other than Lizzie.
“Why would make me say that to him? I get it, it had to be done, but why did I have to hurt him?”
Hope’s heart was sick with the thought of a confused and hurt Landon, wondering why she would be so cruel to him.
Lizzie gave Hope her determined “I mean business look”. “Hope Andrea Mikaelson, I do not need to remind you that your twentieth birthday is tomorrow. Which means your Alpha ritual begins and you inherit the Crescent pack. As long as our spell works, we can bind you and Josie, the merge will be off, and your dogs will become siphoners.”
Hope was still unsure of the plan. “I thought only two wolf Alphas could be bound in the marriage ritual.”
Lizzie opened the closet door “Josie is by default a leader of the Gemini coven, and for now we’ll just have to bank on that being close enough.” Lizzie beamed and walked out towards her room.
Hope stood there for a moment, still processing.
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As Hope entered her room, she looked around at all of the photos and memories on the walls.
The ones that Landon and Josie had helped her to put up; the memories they had helped her make.
Her eyes caught on a photo of Landon and herself from the day they had fought Eros, one of the Gods of love. That day he had been such a good partner to her and fought by her side, willing to sacrifice everything.
Her eyes wandered to a picture she had taken of the Saltzman twins on their sixteenth birthday, when she had given Josie Esther’s talisman. She and Jo had been through so many terrifying moments together over the years. She had hoped that by eighteen, they could put all of the danger behind them forever. However, as a Mikaelson, she knew that could never be true for her, and that she would have to fight all her life just as her parents did.
Still, she couldn’t believe she had truly agreed to get married tomorrow, and to, of all people, Josie Saltzman.