Isabella"Wow..." The numbers written on the page made my vision blur a bit. It was unreal. Even when I worked in the bar, or in the café, I had never gotten so much in this amount. And here I was, getting that much money all at once. I looked up to Damian. The thought that this was preferential treatment worried me."Is this alright?" I asked, looking back to the paper."It's the same amount I've paid every single teacher working here." He said.I looked back down at the large sum. "I… thank you," I sputtered out The last time, it took me several months of work to pay rent for the shady apartment I lived in. With only this amount, I could have paid several months rent in advance. But that wasn't what I, nor Treasure needed. No. He needed a secured home. I would add it to my other savings, the checks Anne gave me stored away, and now this. Perhaps when I got back, I would add in all the amounts."You can cash it in or out it into your bank account," Damian said, making me raise my h
Isabella. It started out how it usually did, with hesitation and silence. I moved forward towards the living room, plonking down onto the couch in a half seated, half lying down manner. "Hi." I said, sitting down on one of the seats. He replied with a nod. "Sierra's not back yet, if that's who you were waiting for." He said, flipping another page. I nodded, and sat upright. We were more of far apart acquaintances. His words back then seemed to have broken the ice, but that didn't mean that we were friends. It was a progress compared to before where most of our interactions were tense. After a bout of hesitation I took out my phone. Opening the sudoku game. It was the same one Sierra played and had given to me. "I know this isn't any of my business but..." His dark voice courted hesitation. "...what were you going to ask her?' There was no harm in telling him a thing. "I was going to ask Sierra about opening a bank account," I said. "You don't have
Isabella The house was an empty space, living room bare of the usual couches and furniture aside from the curtains. The sun was out, against the shade. But where was everyone? This time, I held Treasure in my arms as I walked. A growl stopped me in my tracks. I held still, the ever present memory of what was to happen next. It was the wolf. The shadow. Red eyes gleamed towards me, threateningly. It took a step closer, followed by another, but when I was about to step into the light… I woke up. It had been like that for days. What had started out as a nightmare in what seemed to be a long time ago had become a recurrent set of dreams which always stopped at some point. They began to occur more frequently than before, leaving me trapped in a vertigo of questions. Why was I having this dream? Why were the dreams plaguing me more than ever? A shriek from Treasure brought me out of my thoughts. Alarm bells began ringing in my head. I turned towar
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