Isabella. We spent the rest of the day talking while they watched Treasure play with his toys. Claire talked about her relationship with Lola, which although had quieted, had become stronger. Seeing her so happy brought a surge of joy within me. After all, she was the first person to show me kindness. Whilst I was struggling during work in the bar, bearing the pain of separating from my pack and the illness that came with pregnancy, she came to my rescue. Even though she was a struggling college student of her own, she went to great lengths to help me. Whether it was through getting drugs when I couldn't afford them, aiding me with my shifts and being the most supportive person, she was my closest pillar. I was glad that she was finding happiness in her life. Deep in the recesses of my mind, I prayed her happiness was to continue. We spoke until Claire reluctantly left, saying that she had a shift. She bid us goodbye, entering the car which Felix was going to drive her h
LeoIt felt like I was missing something somehow.It was that feeling that drove me to work extra hard today, as though racing towards, or from something. The thought remained niggling in my mind even as I drove home. Something was coming, or was on its way, yet I couldn't understand what.As I came into the house, I was greeted by Sierra with a slight hug."You're back." She said, giving me a slight warmth.It was rare at times for her to show her affection. I welcomed her hug, pulling her closer."And here I thought you were going to shack yourself in the office all day." She said, quirking up her eyebrow smugly.I shot her back with an equally smartass comment. Separating from Sierra, I looked forward to see… her. She was okay. The cream dress she wore complimented her skin and white hair well. Yet, there was a flash of uneasiness in her expression. Why did I get the feeling that something was bothering her?"Good day," I said, giving a slight nod in her direction.She didn't spea
Isabella In the morning, after feeding Treasure, it took no time for me to dress up. This time in a pair of sweatpants and a lilac shirt. Since it involved fighting, perhaps I could join. Sierra met me downstairs where she nodded at my dressing. We had sparred once in a while in the few days I had. But this was going to be my second time watching others fight in a long time. The sun somehow burned hot against our skins as we moved forward. The closer we got, the more noises and roars could be heard. We neared a place that I had only seen in passing, a sandy area distinct from the rest of the grassy routes of the pack. I had brushed it off before. How could I have known it was actually the training grounds? The place which was empty in my memories was completely different. Men and women of all ages were present. Some were seated, while others stood, playing around. From the distance, I could see some smaller children playing around, likely being watched by the person wh
IsabellaIt was the same dream, yet so different. I didn't need to move. The moment I was present, I was standing there, in the center of the large living room. There was no furniture, and the dim natural light was the only thing. The wolf was on the other side. This time, it didn't give chase. It didn't move forward, and neither did it growl. If not for its large shadowy gaze and bright red eyes, its presence was as silent as a ghost. For the first time, the dream felt different. It was calm. It was still. And I was at a loss of what to do. The seconds or whatever time it was, felt like hours, yet none of us moved. We were at a stalemate, and the unknowns were vast. This time I felt my strength come back. I could have moved, but what was I supposed to do? Without thinking, I took a step forward. And everything changed completely. The world had turned pitch black. I was unable to see anything nor anyone. The fear filled my lungs. I could still move, yet I didn
Isabella. The words reached my ears, yet difficult to process. That was… that was impossible. There was no way anyone could not control their wolves. When a werewolf is born, they connect with their wolves at the same moment, in a bond tethered by the moon goddess "Isabella? I looked at Sierra's blue eyes, as clear as water. "I..." I blinked again and again. "I don't understand, Sierra." Was it me, or had Sierra deflated a little? Immediately I put my hands over hers. "I'm not saying that you're lying. I… I just need to understand." I stressed. Every part of me was in denial. There was never a case like that. But it was evidently the truth that Sierra believed. I had demanded for answers and she was giving me. I had to listen, no matter my problems. Sierra nodded before she spoke, eyes focused on the table. "Ever since I was born, I wasn't allowed to play with him. It was weird back then, why I had to go with my mother to shift and play, while L
Isabella.The day broke, but it didn't matter. I was unable to sleep either way. The whole night had been less than a dreamless sleep, rather one filled with conflict and upset. Halfway through, Treasure had woken up whimpering, and for the first time I welcomed the distraction. It was not only about his wolf, but also him. Over the past weeks, he was quiet, but comforting. He was a constant reading companion, and had helped me. We had started off from a rocky start, but now we were on neutral ground. So where did learning this put me? I had initially let go, but it hadn't meant I forgave him. Was I going to forgive him? Especially for an action he had no control over? Would all the pain I had faced wash away so easily. I recalled the slight glisten in his eyes before he stepped away from me the day before, apologising. I recalled the day he apologized after that accusation. I remembered his silent words the day after I faced those discriminatory teachers, exhaust
Isabella. An invigorating feeling washed over me. All my senses were heightened. My limbs were eager to move and the call of the moon grew even stronger than ever. This. This was shifting. I had no idea how much I had missed it. I stepped out of the area, using my scent and memory to trace my steps back. It didn't take long before I had reached. I could see many others were already -and were still emerging- as the frontline of the forest came into view. They had noticed my arrival and looked at me but didn't stop. It was to be expected, considering Violet's stark difference as compared to them. They were in dark colours, some brunette and even some in shades of greyish blonde and reds. Nothing however, could have compared to my fur, as silvery white as my hair, glowing against the moonlight. She and I were an oddity amongst them even as a fellow rogue. I was used to the stares in my former pack, especially as I was younger. But the reaction from the pack I was pr
Isabella The howls echoed from seemingly nowhere. I look around, unable to find the right place. Circling the room, I was only met with emptiness and the night. The whines echoed around. Its voice was pleading, calling. Painful. It was Leo's wolf. My breaths came quickly inside Violet's form. What was I supposed to do? Should I begin looking for him? Was I supposed to escape somehow? A thought left my mind. I could just have left it alone, revelled in the pain. The thought tempted me. I looked up at the moon. Even in the dream, it shone as bright as it did on the run. Its presence was unique to everyone who saw it. Grunting, I began to move around, looking. I retracted my class as I searched, my movements silenced with slight thumps. Outside wasn't an option. So I began searching around the crevices of the house. The kitchen and library were the first place. Both aces remained empty as could be. No traces of scent could be followed. Was it me, or